Han Ling'er brought the Little Ming King over to stand before Chen Jie.
The Little Ming King was still glaring at Chen Jie with a face full of hatred, his eyes brimming with grievance and defiance.
Han Ling'er, her face full of apology, said to Chen Jie, "Brother Chen, my brother's gone mad. Don't believe a word he says."
Hearing this, Chen Jie glanced at the Little Ming King, only to see that Han Ling'er had already gagged him with a strip of cloth. For a Ming King to be this miserable was a rare sight.
Chen Jie looked at the Little Ming King and reached out his hand. "Take the cloth off his mouth."
Han Ling'er said, "This… my brother's madness isn't cured yet. I'm afraid he'll start spouting nonsense again. Tied up like this is good, it's good."
Chen Jie chuckled at that, looked at Han Ling'er, and said, "It's fine. This is the Ming King Hall. With your Fire Heavenly Venerate watching over you, your brother will wake up."
