"Stinky brat, if you've got the guts, don't leave—return my Sword Enlightenment Stone..."
Seeing Ling Feng leave, Deng Yongshi struggled in discontent but was forcefully held in place by Deng Xian, unable to move.
"Stinky grandpa, mean grandpa, I'm so angry! Shi will never like you again! Humph humph humph humph humph!"
Deng Xian's gaze followed Yan Cangtian and Ling Feng's retreating figures as he said sternly, "Shi, that young man is very likely Old Man Yan's disciple. According to seniority, you should be calling him 'Uncle-Master'. From now on, don't be so disrespectful!"
"Uncle-Master? Pah, I don't want to call him any 'Uncle-Master', stinky brat! Stinky brat! Stinky brat! Humph, he's just a stinky brat!"
Deng Xian felt a wave of helplessness. It seemed he just couldn't manage his precious granddaughter...
Meanwhile, down below, the battle between that black donkey and the Heavenly Alliance experts had also reached a fever pitch.
