Meng Junzi found the Xia Emperor an eyesore no matter how he looked at him. This brat didn’t say a word when he was “dead,” so why is he so talkative after coming back to life?

Before Meng Junzi could say anything, they heard a bang as the door was pushed open.

A young man carrying a hoe over his shoulder walked in, his bearing imposing and dignified. Tied to the other end of the hoe was a person, dangling and swaying.

“Haha, the matter in Yù Province is settled. Junzi, how’s it going on your end?”

Meng Junzi glared at the young man carrying a hoe. Did you two grandfather and grandson collude? Taking turns questioning me.

“Get lost. Boasting about defeating a half-immortal, what’s the big deal?”

Seeing Meng Junzi’s mangled flesh after the immortal’s self-detonation, the hoe-carrying young man was amused and hurriedly stepped forward to show his concern. “Aiya, Junzi, what happened to you? I remember you bragging that dealing with a mere Great Yu Imperial...