"You bunch of assholes!!!"
Wuhua stood in the great hall of Wuxiang House, as furious as a lion, with several people kneeling at his feet, pounding their heads on the floor.
"Taoist Master... we deserve to die... deserve to die..."
"Deserve to die? No need for that many deaths." Wuhia brushed away the hand that was tugging at his robe. "Dying once will be enough."
"Taoist Master, please spare my life..."
"Spare you? With what shall I save you!" Wuhua sneered. "You've got some nerve! Do you realize how audacious you are! If you had even laid a hand on him, whether you killed or injured him would be considered your own skill, and I might have found a way to protect you. But now, what have you done? You attacked a child, for fuck's sake..."
Wuhua took a deep breath. "Fuck your mother!"
