I Hate Wang Fugui

"Your Majesty, please stop making things difficult for Old Zhao." Seeing Zhao Tingjian's expression grow more and more despairing, Wang Yingxuan helplessly spoke up for him. "With Old Zhao's strength, even if he had the guts, he wouldn't have the ability. He definitely didn't do this."

"Wang Yingxuan, thank you for speaking up for me." Zhao Tingjian's old face flushed red as he shot her a vicious glare.

"You're welcome. Who asked us to form a team together?" Wang Yingxuan waved a hand, looking broad-minded and farsighted. "As a team, the most important thing is internal unity."

"Who formed a team with you?" Zhao Tingjian blew his beard and glared. "You're merely one of the generals under my command, and only a deputy general at that."

"Oh? That wasn't what you said when you borrowed my Semi-Immortal Artifact, Old Zhao." Wang Yingxuan glanced at him. "We agreed to fly together."

"If you want to fly, fly by yourself. At my age, I can't fly anymore."

"If you can't fly, then stop squatting on the privy without taking a dump! You're suppressing us young people from moving forward."

"Come, come, let me..."

As they argued, the old man and young woman started squabbling again.

"That's enough, you two! What time is this for arguing?" The Immortal Venerable's face had darkened as he angrily rebuked them. "Tell me, what are we going to do next? Wang Yingxuan, don't you have plenty of crooked ideas? Why have you gone mute now?"

Since Zhao Tingjian had not done it, the Immortal Dynasty had plainly been framed.

They had been inexplicably played, forced into a war, and now had to face the double pressure of the Nether Baleful Demon God and the Yinsha Demon God. How could the Immortal Venerable not be furious? How could