Di Lintian had been slumbering and lying in wait for years, rarely intervening in worldly affairs. Suddenly encountering this descendant of an old friend, Ye Chen, who was such an oddball, he expressed a keen interest in stirring up some mischief.
"..."
Seeing Ye Chen looking like a grade schooler giving a report, the Japanese Martial Artist and several others from Miaojiang turned ashen.
Ye Chen was tattling!
"It's them!" Ye Chen pointed at several Immortals. "That Japanese Martial Artist, and that man in the black robe, and that woman with a staff, the War God!"
"This is a demon-subduing staff, not a stick!" The War God really wanted to bash Ye Chen's head in with it.
"Your demon-subduing staff is my family treasure. Before, I didn't dare to scold you for forcibly taking it, but now that my ancestor Di has appeared, you better return my family's treasure quickly, or I'll let the old ancestor slap you to death!" Ye Chen glared at the War God.
