Su Xingchun stood there dumbstruck. The white-haired youth's hair and beard bristled as he glared at Xu Yi. Xu Yi took two steps closer and sneered, "You're nothing but a bully who picks on the weak."
As he spoke, Xu Yi pointed at Tao Jingsheng. "You'd better behave yourself too. Next time I hear you fanning the flames behind my back, things won't end this way."
With that, Xu Yi drifted down the stairs.
The crowd exchanged silent glances, then scattered in all directions. The white-haired youth was so furious his head nearly split, yet he didn't dare say a word to save face.
There was no helping it. The fisherman's overwhelming divine might had left its mark, crushing any thought of resistance in everyone present.
As the only person who had established a connection with the fisherman, Xu Yi was practically protected by an indestructible golden body in the wake of the fisherman's departure. No one dared gamble on how the fisherman might react if they attacked Xu Yi.
Though it was a disgrace beyond measure, they could only swallow it whole.
After leaving the tower, Executive Zheng said goodbye to the others and went to a teahouse beside Willow Bridge. A man in a blue robe and bamboo hat beckoned to him. Executive Zheng sat down and sent a voice transmission. "Playing the tiger by borrowing its might—you've got that down pat, don't you?"
The blue-robed man in the bamboo hat replied by voice transmission, "What makes you say that, senior? How would I dare falsely convey the old man's orders?"
Executive Zheng snorted. "Whatever your scheme is, this isn't the place to talk. Come with me."
With that, he soared into the air, and the blue-robed man followed close behind.
Executive Zheng rose higher and higher,