It Was Nothing But a Joke

"I say, Old Hou, you're getting more and more useless, aren't you? You can't even hold steady a wine bowl when you drink..." Seeing Hou Ba smash the wine bowl, Ghost Shadow Fu Lang pointed at him and burst into unrestrained laughter.

But he had only laughed halfway when he froze, because he noticed something was wrong with Hou Ba's expression.

Smashing a wine bowl should not have left him looking so utterly horrified.

It was not just Hou Ba. Even Yu Xian, seated diagonally across from him, abruptly straightened up, her expression turning exceptionally grave.

Slowly turning his head, Fu Lang's eyes suddenly bulged, and his expression instantly became one of utter shock and horror!

"Hall Master Ye... when did you come out?" After the initial panic, Hou Ba immediately calmed down. He shot Fu Lang and Yu Xian a meaningful look. Both were seasoned veterans, and they instantly caught on, their expressions returning to normal.

Yet no matter how they concealed it, they could not hide the shock in their eyes.

The trap they had set earlier had been a certain-death trap.

Whether it was the Monster Beasts' attacks or the might of heaven and earth, even a King of the Palace Opening Realm would likely have been seriously injured if trapped within it. Yet Ye Zhen, a mere first-level Pulse Forging Realm martial artist, had escaped alive. How could they possibly believe it?

"What, if I didn't come out, was I supposed to wait for you to dig out my head and claim credit?" Ye Zhen sneered.

He had heard every word of their conversation just now. He could confirm that the one behind this attempt against him was Internal Affairs Hall Master Zhu Ling.

As for why Zhu Ling wanted to deal with him, Ye Zhen