Su Ping waved goodbye to Qin Xiaoxue, who was waving vigorously,
and boarded Sage Sang's private plane, the Cloud Soarer, once more.
There was one more person on the return journey than on the way there.
Master Zhu Hong's presence made both Liu Fuhai and Sun Chaoju less at ease than they had been on the outward journey.
Su Ping, however, had no attention to spare for that at the moment.
He looked at the messages Su Anyong had kept sending from last night until this morning.
And that final, bitter threat: "Just you wait, you little bastard."
Su Ping was speechless.
Then he sent a message, but unfortunately, the screen displayed with perfect clarity:
[Message failed to send. This user is not your friend. Please add them as a friend.]
Afterward, Su Ping made a call, only to receive much the same response:
"Hello, the number you have dialed cannot be reached."
He even blocked my calls?
Was that really necessary?
Su Ping shook his head helplessly. Why was the old man getting worse at taking a joke as he grew older?
Besides, he had not deliberately made a fool of the old man. Hadn't he simply been so exhausted that he fell asleep?
He had fallen asleep before he even had time to take the Mind Fruit. How could that be his fault?
Whatever. Su Ping could not be bothered with the old fellow's inability to take a joke. Glancing at the three slightly awkward men, he spoke directly:
"Master Zhu, I heard Sage Sang mention that you once developed the Super-Rank Skill Elemental Heart in a pet beast?"
At these words, both Sun Chaoju and Liu Fuhai pricked up their ears.
Zhu Hong nodded and said with a smile:
"That's right, but it was only