The slap rang out.
The Mist Moon Palace Master covered her face, looking both furious and stunned.
She was, after all, the master of a palace, a Mahayana Ancestor who commanded immense power and authority, held sway over a hundred thousand li, and controlled the life, death, wealth, and fortunes of countless people.
When had she ever been humiliated like this?
If she had merely been struck, that would have been one thing.
But slapped across the face...
That meant something entirely different!
"Little girl, are you still not satisfied?"
But then a cold voice rang in her ears.
And then came a flurry of sharp smacks.
Like firecrackers going off, she was slapped more than a dozen times in a row.
Both her cheeks swelled red.
Even her pride was trampled mercilessly into the dirt.
At least she had come to her senses.
The Mist Moon Palace Master's status and the strength of a Mahayana Ancestor were certainly impressive, but it depended on who she was facing.
Like the person before her.
The one teaching her a lesson was White Crane Immortal Lord.
He was the founding powerhouse who had single-handedly raised their sect from an obscure little school to its present standing. How could she possibly resent or resist him?
In an instant, her pent-up resentment melted like snow in spring, leaving nothing but fear.
She no longer dared to say anything carelessly, but bitterness welled up in her heart. She couldn't understand why her Ancestor had suddenly flown into a rage when she had only asked what the reason was...
White Crane Immortal Lord was beside himself with rage for a reason, of course.
Because... he had no idea what the Mist Moon Palace Master had done wrong, either.
It sounded a little absurd.
But that was