At that moment, he glared at Yang Lingtian with bloodshot eyes.
His eyes brimmed with bone-deep hatred. "If you have the guts, kill me!"
"You want to find out where the treasury is from my mouth? Dream on!"
"Is that so?" Yang Lingtian was not angry. He merely smiled faintly.
Then he turned to Yang Dingtian and said, "Ding Tian, go. Strip off this bothersome robe from Sect Master Jian."
"I remember you stripped a pair of red underpants from his son before. You still have them, right?"
"Put them on Sect Master Jian and let him experience his son's sense of fashion, too."
"Sure thing!" Yang Dingtian immediately perked up at those words.
Rubbing his hands together with a wicked grin, he walked toward Jian Wuming.
"You... Don't come over! How dare you!"
When Jian Wuming saw Yang Dingtian's malicious smile, his face changed dramatically, and he desperately shrank backward.
He could die, but he absolutely could not accept being stripped naked.
Appearing before the world wearing nothing but a pair of red underpants embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water—
That would be even more agonizing than killing him!
"Heh heh, old man, just give in."
Yang Dingtian grabbed Jian Wuming by the collar and lifted him up like a chick.
"Don't worry. Your Grandpa Yang is a master at this. I guarantee I'll strip you clean—not leave you with a single hair."
"No, don't! I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Seeing the black hand about to reach for his belt, Jian Wuming finally broke down.
All his dignity and backbone vanished without a trace at that moment.
Using every ounce of strength in his body, he let out a shrill plea for mercy.
"It would've been better if you'd done that from the start."
Yang Lingtian nodded in