The young man in purple secretly chuckled, "I'm just worried about you being alone and helpless in the General Tower, so I came back to help you!"
"Should I thank you then?"
Qin Feiyang sneered.
The young man in purple said, "If you're truly thankful, I would gladly accept."
Qin Feiyang gave a cold glance at the young man in purple, then continued gazing at the river below, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
"So satisfying."
At this moment.
Master Fatty finally ceased his actions and looked at Nie Shaoyong, who was like a dead dog, with a face full of pleasure.
Then.
He looked at the dozen others and shouted, "Line up, come one by one!"
The group of people with faces turned ashen.
They were disciples of the holy land!
Usually, in front of ordinary disciples, they were high and mighty monarchs, no one dared to disobey them.
Yet now, reduced to such a state, publicly bullied by an ordinary disciple, how could they ever hold their heads up in the General Tower again?
