Master Changmei was alarmed when he heard Ye Qiu wanted that exquisite White Jade coffin. He said, "You little bastard, I've got my eyes on that coffin. You can't take it."

Ye Qiu snorted coldly, "I insist on taking it. What can you do about it?"

"You—" Master Changmei glared at Ye Qiu, fuming. If he could beat Ye Qiu, he would have given him a good thrashing.

Unfortunately, he couldn't beat Ye Qiu.