For Ye Zhen Tian,
he didn't need to ask much to understand what was going on.
His chickens had clearly been swindled by that damned mutt Lin Fan.
"What's the big deal? It's just a chicken, for heaven's sake. Do you really have to be so stingy? No wonder the rumors outside say that Ye Zhen Tian isn't just miserly with others, but he's penny-pinching even with his own disciples from Zhen Tian Peak."
"They risk their lives for you, and you can't even afford to be a little generous?"
"Truly disappointing."
Lin Fan exposed Ye Zhen Tian's miserly habits. Everyone knew about it, but no one dared to say it aloud.
Some disciples standing nearby nodded silently as Lin Fan spoke, seemingly agreeing with him. This made the rage in Ye Zhen Tian's chest burn even hotter.
"Shut your mouth! The Five-colored Heavenly Chickens are the spiritual objects I raised, and now you've killed all but one. How are you going to explain that to me?"
