Evil Caning Imp

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The trees and shrubs scattered all over the place after the Cloud Bursting Waterfall poured down the mountain cascaded down the sides of it. Mo Fan sat with his legs crossed on top of a boulder and waited for Zhu Qi, like the Monkey King when he went to provoke a temple on a mountain. 

Chief Zhu Qi raised his head. Anger burst out of his chest when he saw Mo Fan's attitude. His breathing intensified quickly.

"Do you know how my son died!?" Zhu Qi snarled right away.

Despite Wu Jiao's advice, Chief Zhu Qi was unable to let go of his son's death. He had put in so much effort to raise his son Zhu Min, but the young man had died just like that. He had nowhere to vent the feeling of unjust and frustrations in his heart!