The more the Pig Emperor thought about it, the more excited and thrilled he became.
"San Pang, my boy, you're just like this Emperor—a goddamn genius!" The Pig Emperor was not stingy with his praise.
Although the praise was vulgar, Jin Sanpang still scratched his head, looking rather embarrassed and shy.
"OH OH OH, LA LA LA, WHOO WHOO WHOO!"
The Pig Emperor began his journey of insane vocal exercises (read: noise), howling at the top of his lungs.
Fortunately, he didn't activate his abilities while practicing. Otherwise, Mo Qi's approaching group would have been in for a world of hurt.
"San Pang once heard his father say that a truly talented person should be a master of the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting," Jin Sanpang suddenly piped up, his words igniting the Pig Emperor's new lease on life like a spark of inspiration.
The Pig Emperor abruptly fell silent.
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting?" The Pig Emperor lifted a trotter, examining it closely.
