Just as he was wondering about it, his gaze fell on Yue Qianchou's empty hands, and he froze. A vicious gleam flashed through his tiny eyes. Yue Qianchou narrowed his eyes, knowing things were about to go bad, yet he stubbornly held his ground instead of vanishing. Sure enough, Wei Chunqiu vanished from where he stood. Yue Qianchou's neck tightened, and his entire body immediately became unable to move. Wei Chunqiu's voice rang with sinister laughter beside his ear. "You little bastard, you're still too green to trade moves with me. Where is the inner core? Hand it over obediently.
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Old bastard! Yue Qianchou cursed furiously inside. Wei Chunqiu had his neck clamped tight, and his throat only made gurgling sounds; he could not utter a single word. Yet even so, he still did not vanish back to Utopia.
Wei Chunqiu could not be bothered to waste words with him. He directly tore the storage pouch from his waist and checked it one-handed, only to freeze when he found it utterly empty—not even a hair inside. He casually flung it away, shook Yue Qianchou by the neck, and cursed, "What the hell is wrong with you, brat? There's nothing in it, so why are you showing off with a broken pouch hanging from your waist?"
His hands did not stop as he spoke. His sharp, azure five claws danced through the air, accompanied by hissing, ripping sounds. Shreds of cloth flew wildly throughout the palace, and in the blink of an eye, Yue Qianchou's clothes were torn completely off. Yet Wei Chunqiu still failed to find what he wanted. Gripping Yue Qianchou by the neck like a plucked duck, he shook him madly and roared, "Where is it? Where did you hide my inner core? Hand it over, now!"