As the blue pearl powder drifted away in the breeze, Niu Han clasped his hands behind back, the smile of victory on his face. The old fisherman's arm shivered as he staggered forward, fixing his eyes on Niu Han as he said, "Sir Niu Han, how could you…?"
The surrounding villagers took a step forward together, further narrowing the tide space within the courtyard. Flame of anger raged in their eyes, and their bodies nearly pressed against Niu Han's. He grinned coldly, tilted his head up, and gave a stern cry, "Do you want to be like Old Chan, failing to submit even one offering for three years straight?"
"Who wants that? Move your feet and stand before me now!" He cried with a fierce voice, glancing around with a savage look on his face.
