"How come you are here?" Yuan Lang asked after a long pause.
Yu Sifeng briefly explained why everyone had come to Kunlun Mountain. Before he could finish, Yuan Lang burst into loud laughter, "To offend the Heavenly Court, such audacity! You deserve to be sent here!"
Yu Sifeng replied indifferently, "If you didn't say some sour words, I'm afraid you wouldn't feel pleased."
Yuan Lang slammed his head against the iron railing, seething, "Fate is not with me! Otherwise, what I'd do to you would be more than just speaking! I would have already killed all you riffraff!"
Yu Sifeng looked at him quietly, not knowing if it was pity or loathing in his gaze. Suddenly he remembered, in his house, how the walls were hung with Wuzhiqi's masks. Since ancient times, the foremost person known for saying one thing but meaning another was none other than Yuan Lang.
He said softly, "If you hate Wuzhiqi so much, why hang his masks in your room?"
