When Steward asked the question, Ye Ling chuckled with derision, his laughter unrestrained and willful.
"Tsk, tsk, Steward, don't you think you're being a bit too dramatic? Just a puppeteer pulling strings behind the scenes, come on out and let's see how tough they really are!"
Ye Ling was bursting with defiant pride, his face full of scorn. What rot about a Tribulation Transcending Powerhouse, as if they could really kill him. Why bother with compromise? If he got truly annoyed, he'd just take them down too.
Steward was taken aback, then suddenly burst into raucous laughter, wiping away the tears that streamed from his eyes.
"Haha! Such a pitifully ignorant Huaxia lad, thinking a bit of strength allows you to act beyond the law. In truth, you're nothing but a delicious meal in the eyes of my master."
As he spoke, Steward pointed a finger at Ye Ling, "Next, all your power will become a feast for my master!"
