On the Netherworld Ship, a strange look came over Nethery's face when she saw Bu Fang's hair turn white. 'That familiar white hair… Is the proud Bu Fang showing up now?'
"Tyrant, little boy, I haven't seen you in a long time…"
The corners of white-haired Bu Fang's mouth curved upward slightly to reveal a wicked smile. Then, he took a bite of the Fortune Flatbread in his hand and began chewing it. The fortune gas rushed into his mouth, turned into a stream of mysterious energy, and poured into his body.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
In a flash, the whole Fortune Flatbread was finished. After swallowing it, white-haired Bu Fang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
Tyrant Patriarch's pupils constricted. He stared at Bu Fang, and when he saw those sharp sword pupils, he trembled. "What did you say?!" he snapped. "Little boy? No one dares to call me that in the entire Netherworld! You're digging your own grave!"
