"Of course I'm happy! Why wouldn't I be?" Miao Yi hurriedly cupped his fists and smiled, "Congratulations!"
Sikong Wuwei immediately broke into loud, arrogant laughter. He was simply much too happy. To a cultivator, this was indeed a joyous affair. No one wouldn't be excited by this achievement.
Beside him, Miao Yi asked, "Sikong, now that your cultivation has increased, when are you going to pull the Celestial Sage off her seat?"
"Uhh…." As though someone had caught him by the throat, Sikong Wuwei immediately lost the smile on his face. How could such words be spoken so casually like this? Wouldn't it spell disaster for him if someone heard it? He immediately glared at Miao Yi and said angrily, "What do you mean by that? Are you intentionally trying to spoil my fun?"
