"Rats, quiet down!" Tang Yuehua said coldly.
Tang Zhen, among the rats, flew into a rage upon hearing this. "Rebellious, rebellious daughter! She actually called us rats?"
The next moment, Tang Yuehua's gaze turned sharp. One Black Fury understood her meaning and cracked a whip across Tang Zhen's body.
At last, the place fell completely silent.
Tang Yuehua raised her voice. "Rats, welcome to His Holiness the Pope's Happy Farm Prison. I am the warden of this farm prison, Tang Yuehua!"
"His Holiness the Pope opened up a farm on newly conquered land. His long-cherished wish is to plant cotton on this newly acquired soil. The cotton produced here will be made into cotton clothes and quilts, then freely distributed to disaster-stricken regions throughout Douluo Continent, so that the people suffering from hunger and cold across Douluo Continent can wear the cotton clothes bestowed by Spirit Hall and cover themselves with warm quilts." Tang Yuehua spoke with a look of worship. "The Pope's benevolent back is the faith we follow, so—"
Tang Yuehua abruptly changed her tone. "Your sole mission at Happy Farm is to grow cotton!"
One of the captive rats could no longer hold back. "What did you say? You actually want me to do such lowly work as planting cotton? And those cotton clothes are going to be given away for free to those lowborn mud-legged peasants?"
Though they were prisoners, the pride of the former Number One Sect Under Heaven had yet to fade. Before Clear Sky Sect had been destroyed, which one of them had not been arrogant and proud? It was not just this rat; the others thought the same way.
Tang Yuehua looked at the rat who had just spoken and tugged at the whip in her hand. She said to the Black