"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Countless coughs rang through the silent space, one after another, as though everyone had come down with some terrible illness.
The North Ridge Holy Lord had been making a show of examining his spirit artifact, but now he, too, was utterly stunned, his mouth hanging open.
What? He had crawled into a chamber pot and nearly drowned?
Everyone from the North Ridge Sacred Ground who had been listening with their ears pricked up instinctively held their breath, struggling not to burst out laughing on the spot.
Those who had just been discussing how the North Ridge Sacred Ground had gone too far and how cruel the Baili Family was also lowered their heads in silence, not daring to make another sound.
All they could say was that this was truly a difficult matter to judge!
You could govern heaven and earth, but who could stop someone's child from crawling into a chamber pot on his own?
Impossible! Upon hearing that voice, Pu Chou instinctively tried to argue, only to discover that his voice would not carry at all. Some force was preventing him from making a sound.
"Holy Lord?" Pu Chou tried calling out to someone else and found that this time, his voice came out perfectly smoothly.
His expression immediately turned ugly, and his face remained dark.
Pu Chou did not believe it. How could he have crawled into a chamber pot himself and nearly drowned? This had to be his parents' cruelty! Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs. That venomous couple must have chosen to do it because they did not want this son.
It had to be. It had to be that couple!
Pu Chou was already twisted beyond recognition. Although his face still looked