Ye Ling, having left the coffee shop, gazed at the dazzling stars scattered across the sky and let out a deep sigh.
In the past, he thought that when he saw Liu Fei again, he had to slap her fiercely or crush her with banknotes, all to vent this deep-seated anger.
But now, none of it seemed so important anymore, perhaps it was all about one's mindset.
Once an Immortal Emperor, who defied the Nine Heavens, his mindset was naturally much stronger than that of mortals; otherwise, how could he have reached the pinnacle of cultivators and look down upon the multitude of living beings?
Since he had come to the coffee shop in Qu Yishan's car, Ye Ling did not drive himself and was now ready to set off to find Lin Hua, who had ignored his words as if they were non-existent.
This damned bastard owed him a full five hundred million, oh, of course, by now that probably wasn't enough.
