Tang Yu's face twisted in disgust. He could hardly believe his ears.
The Gudu Family had lived cut off from the world—how did they know about his masterpieces?
Then he remembered passing through a large city on the way back to the Gudu Family. He had taken Gudu Lili and Spring Lake down for a meal, and during that time, Gudu Lili had said she was going out to buy some things to bring home as gifts for her family.
Could that girl have gone to a bookstore and bought this stuff???
"Painting Saint Tang, is there more of Lonely Master's Wife?"
"Your tastes are garbage. Painting Saint Tang's Weak Point is the masterpiece among masterpieces."
"Gudu Goudan, what the hell are you barking about? Come outside and fight me."
"Fine, let's fight."
As they talked, several Gudu Family idiots actually went off to fight. Outside the town, several ice sculptures began battling again. Tang Yu finally understood what those ice sculptures were for—they were weapons for this bunch whenever they fought.
Just as everyone was making a noisy mess of things—
An aged voice suddenly barked, silencing them.
"Outrageous! How disgraceful, for the dignified Gudu Family to make such a scene in front of a guest! Do you people have no concern for the Gudu Family's reputation?"
Hearing the old voice, everyone immediately quieted down and respectfully called out to an old man approaching with a dragon-headed cane.
"Patriarch."
"What a disgrace."
The old patriarch was so furious that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged. Then his gaze shifted to examine Tang Yu.
Though the old man had restrained his aura, he was still an old monster at the peak of the Great Ascension Stage.
At such close range, even each of the man's breaths sounded like earth-shaking