"You talk too much, old man," Feng Fan said, raising his hand and pointing it toward him. "Return to Origin!"
A sudden breeze swept through, and Qian Jiayi's uncle felt a chill around his lower half. His expression froze as he realized his humble weapon was now on full display to all.
"U-Uncle, your clothes…"
Panicked, he glanced down, only to find his clothes completely gone. His face turned crimson, and he hurriedly pulled a fresh set of robes from his space ring, but the damage was already done.
Muffled chuckles erupted from his subordinates, their attempts to suppress laughter only making it worse.
"Old man, you're really a pervert," Feng Fan mocked. "Stripping in front of your subordinates… Seriously?"
"FENG FAN!" the old man roared, his voice filled with fury.
But Feng Fan merely waved his hand dismissively. "Save your fetishes for someone who cares."