In the distance, the Sacred Infant saw the look of yearning on Ye Guichen's face, and a deep sneer flickered in his eyes: "With that puny bit of strength of yours, you'd better not go to the Chaos Sea. Once you go, it's nothing but a one-way trip to your death."
Ye Guichen had just finished sketching out a grand blueprint for his glorious future, only to have the Sacred Infant dump a bucket of cold water over his head. He grabbed the Sacred Infant's little upturned topknot with both hands and started spinning him around in a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree rotation.
"Aaah! Stop spinning, stop spinning!" The Sacred Infant felt the pain from the top of his head and let out a resentful scream.
