Listening to Bian Xingyuan's words, Madam Bian's eyes turned red. "My son, don't be afraid. Mother will stand up for you, and we'll definitely capture that bitch and make her apologize to you."
As Madam Bian spoke, a trace of ferocity appeared in her eyes.
"I don't want an apology. I want her dead. No, I want to torture her, destroy her cultivation level, and throw her into a crowd of men." Bian Xingyuan spoke with growing malice in his eyes.
Isn't that bitch supposed to be so aloof?
He wanted her to suffer endless humiliation.
Hearing this, Madam Bian repeatedly nodded, "Alright, I'll send someone to capture her right away."
Listening to Madam Bian, Bian Xingyuan didn't feel better; instead, his hatred grew. He needed an outlet desperately, "I want to capture her myself."
"I want to do it personally."
With that, Bian Xingyuan threw off the quilt and got out of bed.
Although his cultivation level was destroyed, Madam Bian had given him an elixir.
