Li Jialing looked like a fish that was struggling to surface in its dream. His lips were cramping beyond his control, and he couldn't have seemed more confused, absolutely unable to follow Li Yao.
He rose abruptly, with fury all over his face, as if he were going to accuse Li Yao of bragging again.
However, the moment he stood up, he recalled what he said just now. Besides, even if Li Yao intended to trick him, he wouldn't have made up the unbelievable bulls*it like "national father", or "executing a member of the Pangu Clan", or "Pangu universe and wizardly universe and multiverse", right?
The young man sat down heavily again, dazed while grabbing his hair.
His soul and his mind seemed to have been crumbled by a hundred high-speed crystal trains repeatedly, depriving him of his thinking ability.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"
