A Disagreeable Child

Ye Zhenji felt extremely depressed. It was a kind of unutterable depressed feeling from inside his heart.

He felt he had been deceived, but even after giving the matter a lot of thought, he still couldn't tell how he was deceived. He just felt aggrieved from the bottom of his heart, so he really couldn't muster up any enthusiasm to do anything.

"Hey, what're you doing? What are you dazed about in the middle of a fight?"

The youngster in front of him was about the same age as him, and their cultivation levels were also similar. Right now, he was reproaching Ye Zhenji with dissatisfaction.

Ye Zhenji's brows were tightly wrinkled. All of a sudden, he felt impatient, so he tossed aside his magic tool, planted his bum on a stone by the side, and lowered his head in anger.

Hualing walked over, asking in bewilderment, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Still frowning, Ye Zhenji said sulkily, "I'm pissed!"