Dai Mubai moved his wrist.
His palm was large as if it would slap Bai He's face at any moment.
In a moment of urgency, Bai He shouted, "Fifth Senior Brother."
"What did you call me?"
"Fifth Senior Brother, I remember now. You are my Fifth Senior Brother."
"There are only five disciples under Yi Xing. Where did a sixth one come from? On what basis are you calling me Fifth Senior Brother?"
Seeing Dai Mubai pause his hand, Bai He immediately put on a crying expression.
"Wuwu… Fifth Senior Brother, my hands hurt. Those people tied me up so tightly, my skin is almost being rubbed raw."
Dai Mubai frowned slightly.
Seeing that Dai Mubai seemed a little shaken, Bai He quickly added. "Fifth Senior Brother, I just arrived here and I have not even eaten yet. I am almost starving to death."
"Enough, enough. Stop crying. Do not think I will soften my heart."
"Wuwu…"
Dai Mubai's originally cold and hard expression instantly collapsed.
"Shut up."
