"Little Tang? Are you there? Why aren't you talking?"
Senior Brother Yao's aged voice rang out from the little stone again.
Tang Ji's face tightened involuntarily. He held his breath and focused, not daring to say a word.
He cursed inwardly. How had he gone and provoked this old bastard again?
He sounded pitiful, but in reality, he was ferocious beyond belief!
Then he stared at Shang Li, who was holding the little stone, and rapidly mouthed at him:
"Turn-it-off!"
Without a second thought, Shang Li threw the little stone toward Tang Ji.
What a joke. He hadn't lived long enough yet!
But Tang Ji swept out his Law Power, sending the little stone back onto Shang Li.
Tang Ji hurriedly mouthed again:
"Quick-turn-it-off!"
Shang Li hastily caught it, his face instantly scrunching up like a bitter melon.
You don't fucking dare turn it off yourself, so don't drag me down with you!
Who didn't know that this Grand Martial Uncle Yao had an overbearing temper? He was a peerless terror who even dared confront the sect's Spirit Transformation patriarchs head-on.
If Shang Li dared turn it off, the man might come over tomorrow and kill him.
Seeing Shang Li's expression, Tang Ji inwardly cursed in exasperation at his failure to measure up.
This coward! Is he really going to eat you alive?
At that thought, a vicious resolve lent him courage, and he reached for the little stone.
Just then, another bout of coughing came from it:
"Cough, cough..."
"Little Tang, I have a good temper, and I'm easy to talk to. But if you dare cut off contact, don't blame me for going to the Yan Kingdom to find you."
The air instantly fell still.
Tang Ji couldn't help remembering how, not long ago, a certain ruthless man