At first, Wan Xuegui was delighted by what Que Xinyan said.
But that one word—"poor"—made Wan Xuegui's heart clench painfully.
'Poor? And whose fault is that? It's all because of that Great Demon Master of yours!'
At first, Wan Xuegui had wondered if scheming against this damned rat—trapping him and taking his treasures—was going a bit too far.
Now, he no longer thought that at all.
He even wished he could swindle him out of more and make this damned rat as miserable as possible!
"You see how pathetic I am now, don't you? If it weren't to honor our Master, would I have taken out treasures I couldn't even bear to part with myself? But it's worth it. With Master's peerless Talent, just think about it! Once Master's progress becomes greater and faster, imagine the benefits we'll receive!"
Wan Xuegui suppressed his nausea and spoke with incredible 'fervor'.
He was indeed fervent, but it was the kind of fervor that made him want to strangle Ye Tianling.
