Lost All Hope in Life

Zhao Ritian had it even worse than Long Aotian.

The Fishing Elder did not seem to be going any easier on him. If anything, he was kicking even harder.

And as he kicked, the things coming out of his mouth did not sound quite right either.

"Curse! Curse! I'll let you curse! Stunning master, huh?! Two old fogies, huh?! You've really gotten yourself into trouble now, huh?! Big up top, curvy down below, huh..."

Zhao Ritian flailed his arms wildly, but he could not grab hold of anything.

Lu Chengwen wiped away his sweat and swallowed hard. When he looked over, Long Aotian, who had already woken up, was weakly clapping.

You're already in this state, and you're still taking pleasure in someone else's misery!?

At last, Zhao Ritian was barely clinging to life. "Senior, I don't understand..."

"Huh? Speak!"

The Fishing Elder sat off to the side, wiping his sweat. "Good heavens, I'm exhausted. At my age... and I still have to manually reshape his face."

Zhao Ritian lay on the ground. "What I mean is... why did I have to change my face?"

The Fishing Elder froze.

Immortal Elder Nanji froze too.

The two old men huddled together and whispered.

"What do we do? We changed the wrong one too."

"What else can we do? Change the kid back."

"Do we have to change him back?"

Listen to yourself! You changed his face, so you have to change it back! He did not need to change his face in the first place!"

The Fishing Elder said, "But... he didn't make himself clear earlier."

"Does this even need to be made clear? Besides, you were kicking him so hard in the mouth that he couldn't open it!"

The Fishing Elder said, "Fine! I'll make up for my own mistake."