"Let me go! Let me go! How dare you treat me this way!"
Qiao Wei and Jiang Muchen stared at Zhang Fengxi, who was struggling to free himself some distance away from them.
The little boy had a thick rope tied around him, with both ends connected to Jiang Muchen's spiritual lion.
The beast, meanwhile, batted at Zhang Fengxi with playful swats, its tail swishing like a metronome debating whether the kid was more plaything or prime rib.
Qiao Wei's discomfort was palpable.
Jiang Muchen, however, had the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. He savored this petty victory with every fiber of his being, and he did not bother to hide it.
"Behave, Zhang Fengxi," he said. "Otherwise, your punishment will never end."
"Muchen, tell me the truth. Is he going to recover once he returns to the Heavenly Realm?" Qiao Wei asked. "I don't feel safe leaving him alone."
Jiang Muchen burst into tears.
