Qi Chuan said, "Outside, you might have what it takes to fight for first, second, or third place, but this is home. Here, you can only behave yourself, understand?"
Xie Hong covered his face and wept. This was downright bullying!
Hua Yiyang, Little Ancestor of Daoyuan Peak, glanced at the fake-crying Xie Hong. "If I pull your hands away and don't see a single tear, you're dead."
Xie Hong immediately licked his index finger, then rubbed the saliva-coated finger across the corners of his eyes twice. "As everyone knows, tears are water, and saliva is water. Therefore, tears equal saliva, and saliva is tears!"
Bang!
He flew straight out, vanishing beyond the horizon.
Hua Yiyang withdrew his foot. "Your strength is nothing special, yet you've got plenty of crooked logic every day."
Qi Chuan rested a hand on the gate and looked in the direction Xie Hong had flown. "That was far. Brother Yiyang, your strength has improved again."
Hua Yiyang shook his head. "Still not strong enough. Last month, I challenged the Founding Ancestor's puppet and got thoroughly taught a lesson."
Tan Xuelan, Little Ancestor of Lower Mystery Peak, let out a snort of laughter. "I went with him. His blood nearly splashed onto me."
Hua Yiyang rolled his eyes. "Xuelan, you only know how to tear down my stage, don't you?"
Tan Xuelan grinned. "I can't beat you, Brother Yiyang, so I can only win back some face this way."
Hua Yiyang shook his head with a smile.
"That's not fair."
Qi Chuan suddenly complained, "Brother Yiyang, why can Xuelan go with you, but I can't? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?"
As he spoke, he wildly threw flirtatious glances at Hua Yiyang.
"Don't disgust me. You just want to watch me make a fool of myself,