Ye Jiuge was a little melancholic when she returned home. Seeing Zi Shang's lazy expression, she couldn't stop herself from prodding his chest in anger. "You've strained our relations with the Spiritual Practitioner Alliance. How am I going to work with Gong Xifan and the rest?"
Although it felt good watching Zi Shang teach those a**es who had only grand ambitions and no real abilities a lesson, he still needed to think about their priorities.
"Besides Baili Moyun and Nangong Li, the rest are losers. If your hopes rely on them, you may as well pray that the Bloodthirsty Patriarch surrenders." Zi Shang shrugged carelessly with an innocent expression.
"Alright, I get it. No matter what, you always have a comeback." Ye Jiuge did not have much faith in the abilities of Spiritual Practitioners like Wang Haoqiang.
"You forgot to ask about the name change." Zi Shang blinked.
