"Fucking hell, I'm at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, and you're making me carry a bridal sedan chair for someone else?"
Li Mo Huang was fuming with anger.
For Ye Feng, his resentment had already reached its full capacity.
If resentment could kill, Li Mo Huang would have beaten Ye Feng a hundred times over.
After delivering the eight-bearer bridal sedan to the groom's doorstep, Li Mo Huang silently withdrew, then flew to his next mission location on his flying sword when he found a deserted place and discarded his flowery clothes.
Over the past few days, Li Mo Huang had completed over a dozen missions.
However, by the time he finished his tasks, it was often deep into the night, and when he rushed to Misty Peak, he'd find that a new day's missions had already begun, which depressed him to no end.
"Damn it!"
Li Mo Huang cursed under his breath.
He realized that Ye Feng was definitely doing this to mess with him on purpose.
