I Guess I Didn’t Slap Hard Enough

Outside the pocket dimension, in the main plaza, the elders of the White Crow Sect struggled to maintain their composure.

The one feeling it the worst was Elder Jiang, whose face twitched every time he caught the mocking laughs and murmurs around him.

'Damn it, Feng Fan! Setting traps, stealing orbs, even looting their space rings… That's all fine! But what's with the underwear? And why does everything that comes out of his mouth sound so… ridiculous? I don't even have the words!' Elder Jiang thought, his frustration mounting.

Beside him, Sect Master Yin Jian noticed his expression, a mix of shame and anger, and let out a hearty chuckle.

Elder Jiang turned to him, baffled. "What's so funny, Sect Master?"

"It's just been a long time since I've seen you lose your composure like this. It seems Feng Fan really is special. He has a knack for pushing your buttons every single day! Hahaha!" Yin Jian replied, his laughter spilling out, unrestrained.