If the Holy Envoy felt hatred for Xu Yi, then he loathed the Yun Family.
In his eyes, Xu Yi was a violent madman to begin with. It was hardly surprising if he did something outrageous.
But the Yun Family? His pleasant trip, his little excursion to line his pockets, had somehow been thrown into utter chaos out of nowhere.
He had no intention of finding out how this mess had come about. The first thing was clear: as the host, the Yun Family had let such a disaster happen. They deserved to die ten thousand deaths.
What he hated most about the Yun Family was that he, a dignified Holy Envoy, had been forced to swallow a Heart-Devouring Worm on their turf.
What the hell was this supposed to be?!
He could swear to the heavens that he was probably the most miserable Holy Envoy in the history of the Holy Court.
When the Holy Envoy suddenly turned hostile, Yun Zhongge and Yue Ziling were the first to react.
They were thoroughly convinced by Xu Yi. There was nothing the man dared not do. He had even fed a worm to the Holy Envoy, a figure who represented the Holy Lord. Thinking about their own situation, they found they had little room to complain.
On the contrary, having another fellow sufferer—a companion in misery—gave them a little hope.
After all, no matter how insane the man was, he surely did not intend to kill the Holy Envoy too.
Seventh Elder Yun felt his scalp tighten again and again. In the Yun Family, he was known for his skill at handling complicated situations. Yet no matter how capable he was, faced with one collapse after another, all he could do was flail about helplessly.
He had sent out his thoughts