The purple-robed young man had barely finished talking tough before he got kicked. It was brutal—he was pinned down and couldn't move at all.
"You know, if you're going to eat, then just eat. Why add a dessert afterward? You're too kind." Gouyuan Peak's Young Ancestor, Qi Chuan, clapped his hands, looking thoroughly satisfied, his voice full of smugness.
As he spoke, he kicked him again.
"You... you people..."
The purple-robed young man was naturally Tianji Peak's Young Ancestor, Xie Hong. He lay there with his butt swollen high, trembling all over, his face full of indignation.
"We're all so familiar with each other. No need to thank me."
Qi Chuan grinned. Looking at the other Young Ancestors, he said, "Brothers, let's keep eating. Dog meat vermicelli soup on a snowy day is a match made in heaven."
A world where Xie Hong was the only one getting hurt had come to pass. The others sat around eating dog meat vermicelli soup, chatting and laughing, while he lay there "pitifully," with no one sparing him a thought.
"Hey, in this day and age, do you get beaten just for telling the truth?" Xie Hong said, his face full of grief and indignation.
Then... he got kicked again!
"Ugh!"
His melodious scream split the mountains and triggered an avalanche.
"Would you shut your damn mouth? The less you say, the fewer kicks you'll get."
Qi Chuan said, "Out in the world, maybe you've got what it takes to compete for first, second, or third place. But this is home, and you'd better behave yourself. Got it?"
Xie Hong covered his face and wept. This was just too much!
Dao Origin Peak's Young Ancestor, Hua Yiyang, glanced at Xie Hong's fake sobs and said, "If I pull your hands away and don't