The heart of the elder in the Purple Robe leapt to his throat.
What on earth is this guy trying to do?
Wasn't he just smiling a moment ago? Why did he suddenly kick Xiao Yin aside?
Such a cruel fellow!
What will he do to me next?
The elder in the Purple Robe was very anxious, but at this point, with the army of slaves pressuring him, he had no way to retreat.
Taking a deep breath, the elder in the Purple Robe was about to shout that he, as the City Lord, would rather shatter to pieces than remain intact as mere pottery, and that if he had to die, he would drag the boy down with him... or that for thirty years the river flows east, for thirty years it flows west, he must not underestimate him because he was old and poor...
Then he saw Xu Fan had already straightened up, looking at him with eyes full of disappointment, and sighed softly.
