"So tell me—why did you just call me stupid, stupid beyond salvation? Exactly where am I so stupid beyond salvation?"
Under Ye Zhen's blazing stare, the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit's eyes rolled around. It shook its little head like a rattle-drum. "Habit, purely habit. In this lord's eyes, everyone is a grandson, and every grandson is stupid beyond—"
Rumble!
Purple lightning crashed down upon the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit's head again. This time, Ye Zhen struck three times in a row, only stopping after it repeatedly begged for mercy.
Though it was practically immortal beneath Ye Zhen's lightning strikes, every blast left its pitiful primordial spirit wracked by numbing agony.
"You really are asking to be disciplined! Tell me honestly—what exactly did you discover?" Ye Zhen sent out a strand of Soul Power to restore the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit's size, his expression dark and sinister.
"Lord, you're the lord, but you've truly wronged—"
Before the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit could finish, purple lightning abruptly condensed out of thin air within the Mirage Dragon Pearl. A total of eighty-one bolts of purple lightning hung suspended around it, poised to strike.
"You choose. Do you want me to blast you with lightning a hundred times, or—"
"I'll talk! You're the lord, I'm your pathetic grandson—I'll confess honestly!" The Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit was terrified by Ye Zhen's display, nodding like a chick pecking grain.
"Speak!"
"Uh... that Mirage Clone of yours! It was a clone condensed from the mirage qi of the Primordial Mirage within this Mirage Dragon Pearl. Every strand of Primordial Mirage's mirage qi is the finest material for Ancient Great Powers to refine supreme clones with.
"But you stu—no, but you, my lord, treated it as a disposable consumable. Isn't that stu... foolish?" the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit