"I really think you're very despicable!" As the old man's laughter just subsided, a childish voice was heard expressing disdain.
"You... what did you say?" the old man asked in shock.
"Crack... crack..." But what responded to him were indeed several cracking sounds. Then the old man looked again at the black umbrella in the midair. For some reason, the light was gone, and even the rotation had stopped.
The old man was startled. He grabbed the black umbrella which returned to his hand. One cold light shot into Di Minghan's hand. When the old man grabbed the black umbrella, a clatter of fragments remained in the old man's hand while some scattered on the ground, turning into debris...
Yet, Di Minghan still held the Cold Fox Sword in his hand, which excitedly said to Di Minghan, "Master, I'm full. I didn't expect there would be so much junk inside, but it's barely edible!"
