"Hehehe..."
From the old house came Ye Feng and Radiant Daoist's mischievous laughter, as if plotting something.
Hundreds of thousands of miles away, in that valley.
The frustrated Thirtieth Elder of the Space Clan finally arrived here, staring at the place below that emitted a dazzling trail, recognizing it as a secret realm.
"I'm infuriated!"
"Who would transform a latrine into a secret realm?"
"My great-grandson!"
Thirtieth Elder gazed at the valley below, hastily descended, and contacted the Ninth Young Master Chao Ge.
"Great-grandfather, save me, gulp!"
Ninth Young Master Chao Ge heard his ancestor's voice, cried tears of joy, called for help, but accidentally swallowed a mouthful of filth, feeling wronged to the point of tears.
This secret realm had restrictions.
One must open their mouth to transmit a message; if you close your mouth, the transmission doesn't go out.
It's because Ye Feng wants to disgust Ninth Young Master a bit.
