"You damn pig, was this your doing?!"
The Pig Emperor's voice was simply too distinctive. Besides, he had no intention of hiding at all. In fact, he wanted to draw everyone's attention and be the star of the show.
So, the Immortals located him in an instant.
'Damn pig?'
The Pig Emperor's song came to an abrupt halt. He frowned, his expression turning sour.
"Once, some people uttered the two words 'fat pig' in my presence. But after some of my 'tutelage,' they all learned the error of their ways. It seems you harbor some prejudice against pigs as well."
With the Pig Emperor's song stopped, everyone in the Spirit Pool—except for the desperate Huangfu Yu and the deceased Xiao Jie—slowly began to recover.
Their eyes were vacant as they sat dumbly on the ground, completely unaware of what had just happened.
The "song" had come on too fast, like a tornado.
