“Y-you actually dare insult me like this? Even as a ghost, I won’t let you get away with it!” the reincarnation hall master’s remnant soul said furiously.
“Don’t hold me back! I promise I won’t beat him to death!” the crazed dean gritted out.
“Let go of me! Just one slash, just one! Let me chop him once. I promise I won’t cripple him. Otherwise, I’ll be so angry I can’t stand it!” the fractured Martial Saint raged.
Mo Chenyan thought to himself, “I was just cultivating. Everything was an accident. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“If you insist on blaming me, there’s nothing I can do.”
“If I hadn’t been kidnapped when I was nine, I wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
