The airship gently stopped above the clouds, where the vision and hearing of the people on board were excellent. They could clearly hear and see Phillips below, rambling on in incoherent reprimands.
Listening to him being able to do nothing but blame Ink Brush Chenxin for his unreasonableness, compared to Ink Brush Chenxin's diverse array of clever retorts. Hill was on the verge of laughing aloud.
Especially those two lines: "Today I felt like scolding someone, so I won't scold you."
"Is your IQ higher than your age?"
It took Phillips a while to get it, and then he accused, his face flushed with embarrassment, "How can you be so vicious?"
Hill, hearing this weak White Lotus-style dialogue, could only smile.
Hensley came over, looking puzzled, "Why did he get into an argument with the Undead Tribe?" Hill guessed that he swallowed the words: How could the swearing be so low-level.
