The featherless chicken seemed somewhat confused, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Does Emperor Ye mean to say that the little one should drink more?"
Ye Xuan remained silent.
Seeing this, the featherless chicken immediately said, "That must not be the case then."
The featherless chicken pondered for a moment but ultimately couldn't figure it out.
However, it was clear that Emperor Ye would not speak of it, so he had to wait.
Feeling bored, the featherless chicken started watching the battle between Tushan Chen and Mo Mang, the Quasi-Emperor.
"What trash."
The more he watched, the more annoyed he became, wishing he could go up and kick each one off.
"Oh right, Emperor Ye, is that little fox one of your people?"
The featherless chicken looked at Ye Xuan and asked quietly.
Ye Xuan replied slowly, "Don't you think he's not much of anything?"
The featherless chicken nodded, "Quite ordinary."
