Ever since Feng Qi had followed Xia Jue into the Secret Realm, he had not had a moment's peace.
"When it comes to being outrageous, nobody beats you. I thought you had something to say to Xia Yun, but it turns out you waited for him just to slap him in the face." Feng Qi curled his lip.
What he did not dare say was that this man was becoming more of a bastard by the day.
A smile lingered at the corners of Xia Jue's mouth. "I did intend to have a proper talk with him at first, but you saw what happened afterward. He simply wouldn't speak to us normally. In that case, why waste any more breath?"
Watching Xia Jue's rather cheerful expression, Feng Qi's lips twitched unnaturally. I certainly didn't see any sign that you intended to have a proper talk with Xia Yun. Deliberately infuriating him until smoke poured from all seven orifices, though-that's exactly the sort of thing you'd do.
When Feng Qi failed to respond, Xia Jue glanced sidelong at the man beside him. "Was anything I said wrong?"
Feng Qi put on a false smile. "How could it be? Your words are imperial decrees. If anyone's wrong, it must be someone else. You could never possibly be wrong!"
The Enforcement Hall Junior Disciple who had been taking notes beside Xia Jue stared at Feng Qi, dumbfounded, then hurriedly lowered his head. Their Deputy Hall Master truly was formidable. Sure enough, only Feng Qi could handle their Hall Master.
The Junior Disciple felt truly blessed now. He no longer had to experience Xia Jue's wildly fluctuating, unpredictable moods firsthand, because Feng Qi had finally returned and was finally there to shield them again.
After joking around for a while, Feng Qi suddenly grew