Not only that, the big fatty even dragged a chair outside into the courtyard before sitting down comfortably as if preparing to watch a play.
He crossed his legs leisurely. Then he grabbed another cup of tea.
"Anyone want some?"
The surrounding people almost coughed blood. A nearby old cultivator hurriedly whispered in horror.
"Young master Yuan Bao, please lower your voice!"
"That is Daoist Soul Reaper!"
"An ancient Divine Tribulation Realm monster!"
"He once slaughtered three ancient sects in one night!"
"It is said rivers of blood stretched for millions of miles afterward!"
Yuan Bao blinked. Then he casually took another sip of tea.
"So what?"
The old cultivator froze. Yuan Bao pointed lazily toward the skies.
"Did that ugly old ghost ask Master Lin Feng for permission before barking above this city?"
The surrounding crowd sucked in cold breaths. Madman. This fat man was definitely insane. Or perhaps… He simply possessed blind faith in Lin Feng.
