"Hmph! Don't think you can talk your way out of this with honeyed words and twisted arguments!
The facts are plain, and the evidence is beyond doubt-we've already found plenty of things wrong with the spirit beasts you sold!
Look! Wasn't this chicken bought from your fine establishment?"
Chen Gong roared in righteous fury, his hair practically standing on end, and held up a dying rooster before everyone. Its breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
The pitiful rooster kept spurting milky-white liquid from its backside, seemingly without end, while an indescribable stench hung around its entire body.
The sight instantly reminded everyone present of certain unbearable memories and experiences. Their faces turned ashen, drained of all color, and some instinctively covered their own backsides, terrified of suffering that mortifying, ground-swallow-me humiliation again.
"Pah! I finally got a fucking chance to confess to the goddess I'd adored for ages, but what happened? Just because I couldn't resist a few bites of the food you sold, both of us ended up disgracing ourselves in public!
Now there's absolutely no hope for us! Our prospects are even yellower-more utterly spoiled-than the shit I sprayed that day!"
Another disciple flew into a rage and bellowed at the top of his lungs, "No matter what, you owe us a satisfactory answer today! Otherwise, this will never be over!"
The pain and humiliation of that night made him wish he could kill Zhao Yuan and the others tens of thousands of times before the hatred in his heart would ease.
Chu Wei, Zhao Xu, and the others were also in the crowd, their eyes blazing with crazed hatred, like flames that threatened to devour Zhao Yuan and his companions whole.
But orders from above required them to work closely together