*Thud!*
*Thud!*
*Thud!*
Feng Qingyang was still knocking his head on the stage – each knock seemingly triggering a nuclear explosion in the mind of everyone watching.
"Fine. I'll forgive you for not recognizing me so stop knocking your head on the stage, you're soiling the floor!" Chen Xiaobei waved him off. It helped that Elder Feng appeared starkly different from when they last met – Chen Xiaobei genuinely could not feel a hint of arrogance from the geezer.
"Thank you, My Lord! Thank you, My Lord!"
Feng Qincgyang stopped knocking his head on the stage, but he still would not stand up – not until his Lord asked him to do so.
Chen Xiaobei then remembered something. "You are actually quite bold!" he exclaimed. "I vanquished your Three Faces Evil Spirit and destroyed your cultivation the last time, how do you still have the guts to walk on this stage and pick a fight? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
