"No, don't, don't..." A shiver wracked Ao Qing's body. The image of his balls being stomped into oblivion so terrified him that he nearly lost control of his bowels. He scrambled to say, "Don't stomp, please don't! They're fine! I swear, the two of them will definitely be fine."
"Since they're going to be fine anyway, I guess it doesn't matter whether I kill you or not," Ye Xuan said, his eyes narrowing.
Ao Qing was on the verge of tears. "What in the hell do you want?"
THUD!
Ye Xuan sent Ao Qing flying with a vicious kick. "Tell the Profound Mystery Sect that I, Xuan Ye, will one day personally set foot in your sect and reclaim everything that's owed to me," he said coldly. "Now, get lost."
Hearing this, Ao Qing felt as though he'd been granted a full pardon. Like a beaten dog with its tail between its legs, he scurried away in disgrace—a stark contrast to his previous, arrogant arrival, standing proudly atop a Red-tailed Eagle high above Gale Light Academy.
