On the street where Ming Hao and the others had departed.
Zhao Yuan, Xu Bai, and the others were laughing nonstop. The thrill of having avenged themselves left them giddy, and they all began sneering.
"Hmph, a bunch of fools who don't know when they're courting death. They even dared lay hands on me! Let's see if they survive this!"
Su Mei snorted, clearly still furious. She had dressed beautifully before going out, but now she was filthy, wounded, and covered in blood, leaving her miserable.
"Junior Sister, don't be so angry. Fifteen days of punishment in the Thunder Prison-no one in the Nascent Soul Realm has ever lasted that long.
"I bet they'll be reunited in hell before even three days have passed! Hahahaha..."
Xu Bai roared with laughter.
"Junior Sister, we're both filthy, and we haven't eaten yet. Why don't we find an inn, wash up together, and then share dinner?"
Even now, Zhao Yuan's lustful intentions had not changed.
Everyone immediately began egging them on, wishing they could help scrub her back and bathe her themselves...
Elsewhere, Wang Yong and the others had heard their young master's final instructions and were rubbing their fists, eager to teach those people a lesson shortly.
Qing Yun, Qing Ying, and the other four women each held a gift box, delighted beyond measure. They had never expected their young master to still be thinking of them.
He had even bought each of them a gift. He had not contacted them in so long that they had thought he had found a new love and forgotten them.
They all remembered his instruction to wait until they returned before opening them. For now, they could only examine the boxes from every angle and guess what was inside.
Wang Yong, Meng Yi,