"You may rise; no need for such formality,"
Ye Feng waved his hand, signalling that Ming need not be so overly courteous, then cast an angry glance inside the palace.
Look at Ming, knowing full well how to behave—having inherited the legacy, he paid his respects to his master right away. Yet that black-furred monster didn't give a damn about his own master, always there with his relentless mockery.
"Ming, since I'm a descendant of the Ancient God Clan and the master of Penglai, could you possibly suppress that black-furred monster inside for some time? I'll help him break the seal when I return,"
Ye Feng asked with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling.
It's true that the black-furred monster wasn't trying to kill him just now, but he did give him quite a hard time.
Now that he was the master of Penglai, it was only right to engage in a bit of self-serving justice.
