"Fuck!" Wang Yi couldn't help but curse out loud. "Even the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl get to meet once a year! You old bitter woman, you're actually making me wait ten thousand years to see her!"
"This is the Love Tribulation. One must taste the bitterness of lovesickness. To cultivate my Path of the Divine King, it must be so! I don't blame you for not cultivating this path, but do not ruin her Cultivation. She is my chosen successor. In ten million years, she is expected to become a Divine King!"
"You motherf—"
Wang Yi's anger erupted. However, the other party was too powerful. Knowing there was nothing he could do but feeling extremely unwilling to give up, he roared, "You old bitter woman, you must be that Divine King of Lovesickness! Are you so starved for love that you have to take revenge on the world? How did Xiaoli and I ever offend you? Why must you torment us like this?!"
