Clinging outside the window, Su Ming saw how intimate the two were and instantly burned with rage. He felt as though a lush green pasture of cuckoldry had sprouted atop his head.
He even began hallucinating, imagining a few little sheep grazing on his head.
Su Ming was on the verge of breaking down. Flames flickered in his eyes, and rage assaulted his heart until he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The cultivation he had briefly recovered began plummeting again because his mind was unstable and fury had overwhelmed his heart.
Su Ming hurriedly activated his secret art, burning his life essence faster to temporarily stabilize his cultivation.
But his remaining lifespan was also rapidly dwindling, and several strands of white hair appeared.
Hatred seethed within him. He even harbored murderous intent toward Ye Tian and Su Ziqiong, wishing he could strip off their skin and tear out their bones, consigning them forever to an unending hell where Netherworld Wraiths would gnaw at them.
"Ye Tian, Su Ziqiong, neither of you will meet a good end. I'll make you wish you were dead."
Su Ming silently swore that he would rally his forces and rise again. One day, he would sweep across an entire world and earn his place among its prodigies. He would absolutely trample Ye Tian underfoot and humiliate him.
As for Su Ziqiong, even if she begged him pitifully then, he would not show the slightest mercy.
However... every thought in Su Ming's mind was captured by inner thought reading mode, without a single omission.
Ye Tian could barely contain his amusement. He forced back his smile so his two little maids would not grow suspicious.
Meanwhile, the system laughed without restraint inside Ye Tian's mind.
Even a professionally trained system, which would not normally laugh