Though Ye Buzhiqiu said that, he actually felt much more relaxed. The more Jiang Qingliu let himself get pushed around, the more he felt his ego growing. Jiang Qingliu had lived like that for centuries, and it wasn't the first time he had been ordered around like that. Ye Buzhiqiu didn't believe that his little outburst would be enough to scare Jiang Qingliu into not entering the range of the Singularity Atlas with him.

"It worked." He wasn't the least bit surprised. He couldn't hold back and started laughing, all the while not turning back inside the deep forest. His body shook with the laughter of mockery, joy, and insult. He opened his flask and took a large swig of fine wine brewed from top-tier divine herbs, then turned to Jiang Qingliu and smiled. However, he didn't swallow the wine and instead spat it out.

"What’re you laughing at, Ye Buzhiqiu?" Jiang Qingliu asked, feigning...