"Ha!"
Yan Rufeng chuckled.
"Director Wang, didn't you just order someone to chop me up? I was so scared that my heart is still pounding non-stop!"
"Young Master, you misunderstand. I was just joking earlier. Please don't take it seriously."
Director Wang, still trembling with lingering fear, was terrified that one wrong word could turn him into a lonely ghost under Yan Rufeng's sword.
"Joking?"
Yan Rufeng's expression changed.
"But I took it seriously."
"Don't take it to heart!"
Director Wang, in a panic, broke into a cold sweat and bowed: "Young Master, please don't take it to heart. However you wish, it's fine by us as long as you can let go of your grudge."
Yan Rufeng paused and thought: "I am new to the Divine Realm and unfamiliar with everything here. It might be better to settle down in Qingmang Town first, then find Gudu Mohan to rescue Mumu..."
"Director Wang!"
Yan Rufeng smiled gently, looking at Director Wang.