Peng Lianyun saw the situation and became even more anxious. He put on a facade of delight, savoring endlessly, as if saying: It's really delicious, trust me!
Li Xian said, "It seems Brother Peng is quite fond of this kind of food."
The outstanding youths couldn't hold it any longer and burst into laughter. Peng Lianyun's face turned as red as a beetroot with anger, knowing he could no longer hide it. Having been in a high position since childhood, he was never laughed at before.
At that moment, an evil thought crossed his mind: "If I've made a fool of myself, you won't have it easy either!" He gathered his inner qi, faced Li Xian, intending to spit out the foul substance from his mouth.
The two were about ten feet apart, but Li Xian was prepared. He quickly stepped forward and pinched Peng Lianyun's lips shut. The inner qi rebounded, forcing the rotten substance back into his stomach.
"You!"
