The cover had a line of text.
"360 Tricks of Mischief".
This was the title!
A few days ago, Ye Feng had casually made a small wish, and he received this book as a result, so he copied a part of it as Li Mo Huang's task.
West of Whitefloat City.
"Oh-oh-oh!"
The rooster jumped onto the wooden frame, crowing loudly and proudly.
"Get lost!"
The irritable Prince Li Mo Huang descended from the sky, kicking the rooster off with his foot and taking its place on the wooden frame, saying to the nearby stunned farmers:
"I am a second-generation disciple of Misty Sect... Ouch!"
The wooden frame was too old.
As Li Mo Huang stood on it, it couldn't bear his weight and collapsed with a "crack".
Even though Li Mo Huang was a cultivator and wasn't hurt, sliding off the wooden frame and landing on the ground was a loss of face nonetheless.
"What a crappy place!"
Li Mo Huang was so angry that veins throbbed on his forehead.
