With all the mysteries unraveled, Xu Yi's deep sorrow for the Zhang father and daughter naturally faded. Even though he was trapped, his heart felt lighter. He sent a thought to Huang Mei. "Traveling through all the realms and experiencing more things does no harm. Besides, I cultivate the Dao of 'conscience.' As long as my actions don't violate my conscience and follow my true heart, I'm perfectly happy."
Huang Mei rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You're happy, you're happy. You're the one who gets to be happy. Do you think this bunch of fiends are kindhearted people?"
As soon as the thought was sent, a chain suddenly shot out from the central bronze bell like a sword. With a loud crack, it lashed Xu Yi. An unbearable pain surged from the depths of his soul, and even the two streams of corpse aura rippled. In an instant, the flesh on his chest was mangled, revealing a horrifying whip mark.
"You brat, there's no need to pretend to be calm. Your composure only displeases me. If I'm displeased, you'll suffer for it."
Dian Junming spoke languidly.
Xu Yi's reaction truly annoyed him. The man was already trapped in a hopeless situation, yet the weight and bewilderment had vanished from his face. He was even less satisfying than when Dian Junming had been in control of the Zhang father and daughter.
It was as though Dian Junming himself had fallen into a hopeless situation. That feeling greatly displeased him.
Xu Yi grimaced in pain but said nothing. Someone else pleaded for him first. "Divine Lord, Young Master Xu has such delicate skin, and I'm rather fond of him. It wouldn't do to injure him. It's rare for me to find someone I like, so please go easy on him, Divine Lord.