Thinking of this, Yu Deyi couldn't help but picture Zhang Xiaohu in his mind. How on earth did this country bumpkin get noticed by the Piaomiao Sect and became its disciple? Comparing Zhang Xiaohu's rustic look to his own stylish attire, Yu Deyi couldn't help but look up at the dark night sky and scream from the bottom of his heart, "Heavens, I'm so handsome. Why don't you favor me more? Is it because I'm too good-looking that I get treated like this? The Heavens are really unfair! Why don't you strike those people with lightning and kill them..."
Just as he thought this, he heard a thunderous sound in mid-air. Yu Deyi's heart skipped a beat. Did the Heavens hear my prayer? He then stole a glance at the young people beside him. No one was paying any attention to him, so he relaxed.
Suddenly, Yu Deyi couldn't help but wonder maliciously if all the other people got diarrhea the next day, would he not...
Yu Deyi secretly prayed again!
