No sooner had he finished speaking than a masked man in a white suit sprang out from somewhere.
He stepped forward, checked the slave's pulse, and said without emotion:
"Saint Morris, she is dead."
The Celestial Dragon's expression changed.
"Dead? That piece of trash is dead?!"
His eyes bulged.
"How could she die?
That worthless trash! Why couldn't she take a beating!
You belonged to me!
How dare you die without my permission?!"
The Celestial Dragon threw down his whip and flew into a rage.
The surrounding Celestial Dragons watched him with undisguised glee.
"Hahaha, now this is funny.
That idiot really has no slaves left!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a Celestial Dragon without any slaves.
Now that's a rare sight! Hahaha!"
Listening to their brazen mockery, the Celestial Dragon's face alternated between livid and pale.
"Damn it! Drag her out and feed her to the dogs!"
The Celestial Dragon flung out his arm and roared.
"Yes, sir!"
The masked man grabbed the slave by her hair and headed outside.
The other slaves stared unblinkingly at her.
Alongside their envy was a trace of sorrow at the fate of one of their own.
"Hmph, I have things to do. I'm leaving!"
The Celestial Dragon lowered his head, deliberately avoiding everyone else's gaze.
He hurried outside.
The others paid him little mind. They mocked him a few more times, then started another round of games.
That Celestial Dragon, Saint Morris, walked all the way home.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
With a bang, he slammed the door shut.
He looked like a groundhog about to explode with rage.
Seeing Morris return in a towering fury, his father asked:
"Morris, did someone upset you?"
At those words, Morris could no longer contain his anger.
"Who else but those