The Blue-throated Macaw spat at Old Master Yin and immediately started cursing.
"Old Mister Yin, you old undying coot, with one foot in the grave and yet clutching all the power to yourself! It's my turn only after my dad takes over, damn it, how many more years do I have to wait?"
"I really hope you go to Hell soon; otherwise, no one would even be there to mourn your death!"
The parrot's curses were clear, and the banquet hall fell dead silent in an instant!
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the parrot in Old Master Yin's hands in disbelief.
Especially Old Master Yin, whose complexion changed several times.
It turned from white to blue, then from blue to purple.
His pupils were dilating.
"Yin Zhe!" Old Master Yin roared furiously.
Yin Zhe's mind also went blank. How could the curses he muttered behind the old man's back come out of this parrot's mouth?
