The entire hall suddenly fell silent.
Everyone's gaze inevitably turned to Wang Chaosheng.
Wang Chaosheng didn't look at anyone, his old eyes darting around the ceiling, shifty and furtive.
If he whistled now, he'd be the perfect image of an old rogue.
Wang Chengying panted heavily, pointing with his hand:
"You... say... what...?"
He spat out each word, biting his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.
"Hehe."
Wang Chaosheng grinned, grabbing Wang Chengying's pointing hand in his palm, and said with a smile:
"Son, don't get too excited."
"?"
Wang Chengying's eyes almost flipped, and he nearly passed out.
Where do you see me being happy?
Does this look like I'm happy?
At this moment, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Then Wang Chaosheng chuckled and said:
"Although the Poison Dragon Pill Scripture is good, your sister's life is more important.
"However, there's a problem now…
