After returning to the clan, Fate Left wasn't as arrogant as outsiders described. In fact, it was very polite—polite enough that Ming Po went to see it again, wondering if Fate Left had acted that way because it had felt threatened in the True Self Realm.
Ming Po was greeted with another round of insults.
"You still want to make a deal? Have you got nothing better to do, or do you think you're not ugly enough yet? Get lost. A good dog doesn't block the road."
A cold glint shone in Ming Po's eyes.
Fate Left wasn't afraid in the slightest. It held back with its other clansmen because it couldn't be sure whether they outranked it. But this one had already been cursed out, so its rank was definitely lower. And now it had come back, confidently talking about some deal? Wasn't that just asking to be insulted?
In Fate Left's eyes, anyone who'd been cursed at and hadn't dared to talk back was a coward.
Ming Po left again.
The incident soon spread throughout the clan as a joke.
Ming Po had gone looking to be insulted twice. Word soon spread beyond the Life Master Clan, drawing ridicule from countless beings. Ming Po was furious, but there was nothing it could do, so it had no choice but to go into seclusion.
Some time later, Fate Left returned.
From its memories, Lu Yin learned that within the Life Master Clan, there was no one whose rank surpassed Fate Left's—not counting the old ancestor, who was already in seclusion. It was downright bizarre.
Ming Po had been insulted again, its confident expression turning into one of suppressed fury. It had brought this on itself.
Now Lu Yin was at ease. There was plenty he could do next.
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