"Reporting to the Sect Master, the dog handler is gone, and the dog is gone too, but..."
"But what?"
"In the back kitchen... we found dog skin and dog fur."
The Sect Master's eyes flew wide open. "What did you say!? Say that again!?"
"It seems to be... Zhao... Zhao Fu's..."
The Sect Master did not react for a long while, then suddenly flew into a rage. "Fuck his mother, which bastard had the nerve!? Find that damn dog handler for me! Find him!"
He hurried toward the back kitchen, with the Young Sect Master following behind him.
When they arrived at the back kitchen, everyone was shocked and hurriedly paid their respects.
The Sect Master ignored everyone and walked straight to the pool of blood. The moment he saw the dog fur and skin, his vision went black.
"My son—hahaha... sob sob... my son!"
The Sect Master wept as if mourning his parents, devastated beyond measure, tears streaming down his face.
He turned around and roared, "Who did it!? Who did it! Who!?"
The cook stepped forward. "What's wrong, Sect Master?"
"You! No... the soup..."
Long Aotian walked out. "Would the Sect Master like another bowl of dog meat soup?"
The Sect Master was horrified. Thinking of how deliciously he had drunk that dog meat soup earlier, he felt heartache, disgust, grief, and agony all at once...
It was as though he had eaten his own son. He immediately began vomiting violently.
He vomited for a long time, then raised his head, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth as he glared viciously at Long Aotian. "It was you!"
Long Aotian shook his head. "When would I have had the time? Ask someone else."
The Sect Master grabbed the cook by the collar. "You stewed my Zhao Fu!?"