A Wicked Person’s Pestering

Fang Xing had been so bored the past few days that his body itched all over. Furthermore, he’d just recently formed the foundation and had all these new powers, but he frustratingly didn’t have an opponent to test them against. This frustration had led him to come up with all manner of mischievous schemes, and although he wanted to tease Ye Gu’yin a bit longer, that zither reminded him of how this woman had chased him all the way here in the first place. A gush of hatred flew into his mind, and he quickly grabbed the instrument into his hands.

As soon as he snatched the zither away, Fang Xing immediately retreated over thirty feet and smirked. "Big long legs, you bullied me so much back then with that zither of yours. We’ll see how you show off anymore after your grandpa destroys this stupid zither today."

BAM….