They knew that when Qi Liang got angry, it was akin to thunderbolts and lightning, but they hadn't made any mistakes. It wasn't their fault that they couldn't find what he wanted; they hadn't erred.
It was evident that Qi Liang's anger put a great deal of pressure on the Monkey King and his companions.
The atmosphere was unnaturally quiet. What is most feared? Sudden silence. The three members of the Monkey King's troop dared not even take deep breaths, their foreheads covered in a fine layer of sweat.
The transformed Snow Fox was in an even worse state, sweat running down its cheeks, not daring to wipe it away, nor using its power to do so. Any small mistake could mean death.
The one in front of it had met an even more dreadful fate. In a moment of nervousness, his hand had trembled while holding a teacup. The teacup had fallen to the ground, and he was killed instantly, without any chance of reprieve.
