Sha Xiao gave Young Heavenly Theft a Gu recipe, but the latter's expression changed drastically. He resolutely refused to follow the recipe.
Sha Xiao's gloomy voice came through. "Grandson, you're no longer listening to Grandpa? Do you still want to live?"
Yet Young Heavenly Theft remained firm. "Who doesn't want to live? But I have a bottom line for living. This Gu recipe is far too vicious and underhanded; I absolutely will not do it. Sha Xiao, didn't you want me to get close to that pond? I've now entered the top eight and have the qualifications to enter it. Wouldn't it be a pity if you killed me now?"
"Hahaha." Sha Xiao laughed loudly. "It would indeed be a bit of a pity."
As soon as the words fell, Young Heavenly Theft's pupils abruptly contracted. He only felt an intense pain sweep through his whole body.
Pain, pain, pain!
In an instant, he nearly collapsed onto the ground and rolled around.
But he immediately used all his strength to endure it. He hurried to an empty corner, pressed his back against the wall, gritted his teeth, and endured again and again.
At this moment, Sha Xiao's voice came again. "You're nothing more than a tiny chess piece. You barged into the top eight, and you really think you can negotiate terms with me? Do you have that much value? Hmph, there are countless people who want to be my grandson! It is your honor to call this old man Grandpa, do you understand?"
Having said this, Sha Xiao paused before adding, "Now call me Grandpa and let me hear it."
Young Heavenly Theft's face twisted grotesquely. His hands clenched into fists so tightly that all ten fingernails dug into his flesh.
His whole body trembled, cold sweat pouring down