Ten Thousand Gods Beg for Mercy

“Uncle Su Bei, how dare you alter history?” A shadow stood before the desk and shouted.

Su Bei’s uncle looked at him, then suddenly smiled. “How do you know everything I wrote is false?”

This passage, the previous chapter, and everything here are all wrong. The shadow flipped through the book repeatedly, pointing out the mistakes.

Seeing how agitated he was, Su Bei’s uncle merely sneered. “Are you trying to tell me what to do? You don’t need to teach me how to write.”

“Fine! A writer changing the history of the cultivation world just for a bit of money. Just you wait, Uncle Su Bei!” The shadow issued his threat, then broke through the air and vanished.