Zhu Minglang was irritated by the finger-pointing and cursing of others.
Although he wasn't so childish as to count the stars, the fact was that last night, Zhu Minglang had indeed spent the entire night talking with Li Yunzi until dawn without any success—this was a fact!
That old uncle, what was he pretending to understand!
He was inexplicably labeled as licentious.
That's not right at all!
If he and his lady were to indulge in a night of passion, it would be with dignity. How could that be considered licentious? Obviously, it's the women of the Godly Mortal Academy who have extremely unhealthy minds!!
"Are you Zhu Minglang?" the man in the peacock gown scrutinized closely.
"A month has passed; it's time to return the City Lord's Seal," Zhu Minglang repeated.
You don't want to hand it over? You'll have to anyway!
If someone was looking for trouble, Zhu Minglang was more than willing to indulge them.
