Zu An was a little excited at the notion of someone as noble and powerful as Mi Li calling him master. Needless to say, however, there was no way someone as proud and lofty as Mi Li would do anything like that.

You have successfully trolled Mi Li for 888 Rage points!

The Rage points he received from Mi Li, sent a jolt of horror through Zu An’s heart. He suddenly remembered something incredibly frightening—he hadn’t yet removed the flag he’d planted, stating that he wouldn’t receive anything from his future lottery draws.

He’d previously sworn that he wouldn’t receive anything for the next three subsequent attempts. 

In truth, he hadn’t truly forgotten about this matter—he simply hadn’t been able to find an opportunity to draw the lottery. Ever since leaving the seal, he had been so preoccupied dealing with Mi Li and purifying the two hundred thousand evil spirits that he hadn’t been able to find any time to himself.

As a result, he was basically wasting every single Rage point he was earning right now.

“Why don’t you try saying that again?” dared Mi Li with tightly gritted teeth.

“Shouldn’t you call me ‘master’ then?” Zu An asked, then quickly added, “You’re the one who told me to say it again. I...