Clouds blocked the moonlight, leaving the sky rather gloomy, but not nearly as gloomy as Lord Lao's heart. He felt as though he had fallen into a vat of ink, turning black from head to toe.
Worst of all, he had to suffer in silence, unable to voice his grievances. What was an open scheme? Now he understood. What was a bastard? He understood that too. This fellow was vicious. What did it mean to force someone into submission through sheer leverage? He now had a profound appreciation of that.
He had no choice but to yield. Either he kept supporting the Jade Emperor against Qin Fen, or he submitted now and sided with Big Chef at the fashion show, sparing himself Jingjing's pestering. Which would he choose? That was up to Lord Lao, not Qin Fen.
Chef Qin did not care how much opposition the fashion show might face. Even if Lord Lao continued working against him, it would not matter. Qin Fen was now following the strategy of surrounding the cities from the countryside. Did Lord Lao have the guts to brainwash everyone in the Earthly Immortal Realm? If he dared, the Heavenly Dao would be the first to appear and blast him away with a fart.
This was a true open scheme. Qin Fen smiled faintly and decided to add fuel to the fire. "I'm offering you advice here. We're fellow Daoists, so I've even put our past grievances aside, yet you still think I'm plotting something. Does trust mean nothing anymore? Heaven and earth bear witness-who would still want to do good deeds after this? What you're doing undermines harmony and crushes my enthusiasm, you know? Even the Heavenly Dao can't stand watching it!"
You beast! Lord Lao closed his eyes. Qin Fen's words broke his