Fate Left kept roaming around the clan, cursing out anyone he ran into. He didn't care who heard him; he even went somewhere within earshot of Ming Gu and cursed there, until Ming Gu's expression gradually darkened.
"Patriarch, Fate Left is going too far. No matter how senior he is, he can't behave like this. He's not only bringing shame on our clan, he's cursing out his own people."
"Someone needs to rein him in."
"Easier said than done. How? His seniority is too high, and he has the authority granted by the Master. Besides, all he's doing is cursing. He hasn't laid a hand on anyone or crossed any lines."
"So we're just going to let it go?"
"Did he point at you and curse you?"
"What are you getting at? Are you taking his side?"
"Of course not. We just don't have an excuse to punish him."
Listening to his fellow clan members, Ming Gu felt a headache coming on. How had the clan ended up with someone like this? Fate Left was truly disgusting. Yet he still kept within the rules. He didn't hit anyone or break clan law. What was wrong with cursing? As long as he didn't point at someone and curse them, it didn't count as breaking the rules.
"He has a motive," one creature said in a low voice.
The other clan members fell silent and looked over.
"What motive?" Ming Gu had thought of that too, but couldn't figure out what Fate Left could be after.
The creature looked at Ming Gu. "Just call him here and ask."
Ming Gu nodded. He didn't ask the others to leave; he simply summoned Fate Left.
Fate Left arrived, utterly unconcerned with the other clan members. Some of them were even three-law powerhouses, but he