Though Zhuang Bufan's name exuded a strong air of posturing, to be able to become a Foundation Building cultivator at sixteen years old, his talent was indeed not just for show.
Of course, he couldn't compare to the seven babies. They had grown from a gourd vine.
"I don't want to be your underling!" Zhuang Bufan objected loudly.
"Heh, you'll definitely agree," Ling Han said with a chuckle. There was a hint of evil in his eyes.
"You, what do you want to do?" Zhuang Bufan's heart clenched.
Ling Han broke into a smile, sunny and harmonious, "I am going to hang you from a tree, take off your pants and spank your behind."
Zhuang Bufan's breathing instantly stopped. This was too vicious; how could he treat him like this?
"How about it?" Ling Han patted Zhuang Bufan's shoulder, "Are you going to be my lackey or not?"
"… I will," Zhuang Bufan forced out through gritted teeth. If he was really to be beaten naked, he would really go crazy.
