The more Yi Changqing thought about it, the worse his expression became.
Especially when he saw those Pig Demons inside the Beast Cage, foaming at the mouth and sprawled on the ground in disarray, he felt an uncontrollable rage rising within him.
"Dacheng, among all the people under my command, you are the one I value the most!"
"You tell me, what the hell have you been doing?"
"Isn't it just to let me indulge my desires? With your capability, finding enough female cultivators for me to vent might be a bit challenging, but if you had to look for the Demon Clan, couldn't you find ones that are at least more pleasant to look at?"
"Seeing all these Pig Demons around, I feel like kicking you back to the Primordial times!"
...
Once again, Yi Changqing slapped Zhao Dacheng on the forehead, reprimanding him angrily.
Of course, he was much more mindful about the strength he used this time.
The slap hurt Zhao Dacheng, but at least it didn't crush his skull.
