The quirky Jiang Moyang reached the end of his patience. He looked at the jade lump beside him, who talked like a babbling brook, and reached out to cover his mouth, hoping the world would be quiet for a few seconds. His hand passed right through Yu Xian’s face, and Yu Xian didn’t pause for a moment as he kept talking. Jiang Moyang roared, “Uncle Yu, if you don’t help me get a physical body, I’ll spell my own name backward!”
