Seeing Yuan Cong trying to speak but failing to do so, White Fatty felt immense satisfaction. Then, his gaze shifted to Wei Qiang, and he grinned, saying, "Commander Wei, did you see that? Young Master Yuan Cong is 'ah, ah' — he's admitting it."
Hearing White Fatty's words, Yuan Cong's face turned beet red with anger, as if his lungs were about to explode.
"Admit your mother, you damn fatty. It's because of you that I'm like this!"
Yuan Cong gritted his teeth, his eyes slightly red as he glared at White Fatty, cursing him in his heart.
In his mind, he had already cursed White Fatty's entire family a million times. However, even if he wanted to bite his tongue and say something, it was too painful to do so.
"Commander Wei, I think we shouldn't disturb Young Master Yuan Cong as he enjoys this wonderful moment. Everyone should disperse."
White Fatty said to Wei Qiang and then called out to the onlooking cultivators.
"Pfft."
"A wonderful moment, indeed... quite wonderful..."
