“Benefactor, it’s really you! I have looked for you for a long time, it’s really you!” The flower shirt young man looked around at the crowd below and then at Wang Lin.

“Where are you? Brother, which one is my benefactor?”

Wang Lin silently looked at the madman before him. He could clearly see that the madman had no memory of him. Wang Lin let out a sigh as he descended from the sky and landed before the madman.

Wang Lin whispered, “Madman…”

The flower shirt young man stared at Wang Lin and roared, “Madman? You’re the madman. You dare to curse this king? Let me tell you, this king is powerful!” 

“Eh… Could it be that you are my benefactor?” The madman rubbed his eyes and circled Wang Lin a few times. The youth in green was no longer hugging his leg and was waiting on the side. 

“OK, let’s just say you are. Now that I greet my benefactor, I ask you, who beat up my Little Flower’s grandpa? Was it him!” The flower shirt young man pointed at the frowning Imperial Teacher.

The Celestial Emperor’s slightly angry voice came from the Celestial Dao...