Am I really going to make it back so easily? Ye Zichen stood by the bonfire and clenched his fists as he waited for the warlocks conclusion.

If he really returned to when he was nineteen years old, Ye Zichen swore never to enter any Red Packet Servers. Even if he found himself inside, hed leave the chat immediately.

This was all the butterfly effect; entering the chat group had affected everyone around him.

Of course, all of this was on the assumption that he could really go back..

Looking back, when the God Emperor wanted to usurp the Five Elements Great Emperors destiny, the warlock had granted his request with ease. His wish was far, far simpler, so the warlock should definitely be able to grant it.

When he considered this, Ye Zichen felt complete faith in the mages abilities,

However, an hour soon went by, and hed already lost track of how many times the devil snapped his fingers.

Hed snap, then snap again, and again.

Mister Devil, can I go back now? In the images of the past hed seen before, the warlock had spent less than a minute to grant each wish, yet this time, a full hour had passed. Ye Zichen couldn't help but speak up.

The mages enormous eyes shifted back and forth with no results. Even he was starting to grimace, and his forehead was full of wrinkles.

Its really strange. Although Ye Zichen didnt know it, the warlock was currently muttering to himself.

Hed tried forming a connection with the Time Corridor to send Ye Zichen back to when he was nineteen years old, but his calls were like stones dropped into the ocean; he got no response whatsoever.

Hed been in the Time Corridor for so long, but this was his first time encountering such a strange phenomenon.

What exactly is going wrong? murmured the mage.

Ye ZIchen, meanwhile, was already frantic from waiting so long. Mister Devil, have you done it?

Its strange, said the mage to himself once more. Hed tried countless times with no luck. Even he had run out of patience.

When he recalled his earlier confidence and the fact that hed already accepted payment, the mage couldnt help but laugh awkwardly. Um, weve encountered a little problem. He scratched his head in embarrassment. Hed lived for a long time, but hed never felt so awkward before.

A little problem? Ye Zichen was visibly displeased. What do you mean by that?

The warlock grinned uncomfortably and said, Its like this. Theres a small problem between the Great Pilar and the Time Corridor. I tried to connect to it, but I couldnt get a response. Theres nothing I can do except say Im sorry.

So what youre saying is, you cant grant my wish?

Although this was the greatest shame hed ever experienced in his life, the warlock couldnt help but nod. Thats right.

Hah.

Kid, dont be too upset. The warlock walked up to Ye Zichen with his hands on his hips. Although I couldnt grant your wish this time, the Great Pilar will engrave this shame into his heart. Once I can connect with the Time Corridor again, Ill find some way to bring you back and grant your wish then.

The mage still sounded completely confident. Ye Zichen looked down and examined the mage, who barely even reached his waist, and slapped him, sending him flying backwards.

Youre still acting all tough in front of me? Perhaps my brain hasnt been working properly lately. How could I have been stupid enough to fall for your nonsense?

The warlock was tiny, so Ye Zichens slap was enough to slam him right into the walls of the Time Corridor.

Thud!

Impudent! The warlock clutched his head. HIs eyes blazed with fury as he pointed at Ye ZIchen. You dare strike the Great Pilar? Just wait until I return to my kingdom. Ill send my citizens to slaughter you!

Oh? Ye Zichen feigned highly-exaggerated, extreme terror in response to the threat, then reached out and slapped the dwarf again.

This time, the warlock was sent flying several meters away. He roared in indignation, The Great Pilar wont let you off for this! My kingdom.

Bang!

All he got in response was another slap. Ye Zichen stuck his hands into his pockets, cocked his heads aside, and looked down at the diminutive mage. Someone like you has his own kingdom? Uwah, Im scared to death. And you call yourself the Great Pilar? Why not the great Puer Tea? If you were Puer tea, your existence might have some value. You keep going on and on about Pilar this and Pilar that, and how you can grant me anything I ask for. Do you have any ability to back it up?

The Great.

Shut your mouth. He slapped him again. After yet another slap, the warlock didnt say anything else, but his gaze was furious.

Youre still going on about how great you are? Let me tell you, right now, Im the great one. Youre all freaky-looking, like some kinda space alien. You almost tricked me into believing you! Im just glad you only cost me three strands of hair; imagine if Id given up an arm or leg! I would have been so mad at myself!

Agh, youre weird-looking, continued Ye Zichen. Tell me. Does everyone from over there look like you? What kind of species are you, even? Not even beasts are as unsightly as you!

Im not weird-looking! Im the Great Pilar! Call me Mister Devil! The warlock was so angry he humped up and down. Hed never experienced such humiliation. He couldnt tolerate anyone trampling on his dignity!

However, the instant Ye Zichen raised his hand, he wilted.

When he saw the warlocks pitiful demeanor, Ye Zichen took a deep breath and decided to let it go. He narrowed his eyes at the warlock, who, sensing his gaze, took several steps backward.

What are you going to do? The Great Pilar isnt afraid of you!

Dont be nervous. Just relax. Ye Zichen looked up. The warlock hurriedly covered his head and clenched his eyes shut, only to discover that Ye Zichen was merely patting him on the shoulder with a warm, amiable smile on his face.

I wont hit you anymore. Dont be afraid.

When he heard that, the warlocks gaze shifted. He puffed up his chest and snorted disdainfully, Fear has never once existed in the Great Pilars heart.

Alright, okay, youre not afraid, I got it. Ye Zichen chuckled and nodded, then patted the dwarf on the shoulder. How about this. Youd say that a trade ought to be fair, right?

Of course!

I gave you three strands of hair, but you didnt grant my wish. IN that case. Shouldnt you give me some compensation?

What kind of compensation do you want? Im currently unable to connect with the Time Corridor, but if youre willing to wait, I can absolutely come up with something youll be satisfied with.

No, no, no. Ye Zichen waggled his finger back and forth. Wait? Who knows how long Id be stuck waiting? No, I want you to compensate me right now.