Chapter 62

Bian Chunchou angrily dragged his two friends outside. Then, as if he had remembered something, he turned back and spat fiercely. "And that bullshit mission of yours—since you weren't sincere about posting it, withdraw it as soon as possible!"

He was so furious. Tonight, he absolutely had to eat hot pot and replenish himself, or he would never be able to swallow this resentment in his chest!

"Tell me, how could there be someone so detestable in this world?! He's perfectly healthy and filthy rich. If I were him, I'd wake up laughing from my dreams every day. Yet he's here taking out his misery on society. It's not like society stopped him from cultivating. He's sick! Seriously sick. Diagnosis complete."

Wen Xu had originally been very angry, but seeing his friend even angrier than he was, he suddenly did not feel quite so angry anymore.

"Tell me, will he be punished?" Bian Chunchou plucked a Pill-Fragrance Herb and idly fiddled with it. "He's the young master of Golden Cauldron Pavilion. We beat him up, and that's just it?"

"He will." Wen Xu suddenly spoke.

"Really?"

Wen Xu fell silent for a moment before speaking. "My master said I complained very successfully, so Golden Cauldron Pavilion must give Yonglu Mountain an explanation. Otherwise, he said..."

Wow, as expected of Master Divine Dragon—so reliable! Bian Chunchou's eyes lit up. "Otherwise what?"

"My master said he didn't mind being the elder in the saying, 'Beat the young one, and the old one comes.'"

Bian Chunchou, whose Divine Dragon filter was eight hundred layers thick: As expected of my Divine Dragon dad! Divine Dragon dad is forever the god!

Wen Xu: ...Sure enough, Chunchou had a special sort of reverence for his master. Confirmed.

"Hehe, then wasn't he just asking for a beating