"We Soul Masters of Spirit Hall hate wasting things. We always eat every last grain of rice in our bowls."
"Don't you dare!" Tang San roared, panting like an ox as he glared at the man in his sixties, a flicker of terror showing in his eyes.
"Hahaha!" At that, the Spirit Hall Soul Master in his sixties burst out laughing. He turned to the people behind him and said, "He's asking whether I dare. Do you dare?"
"With the bishop's orders, we dare do anything."
"Good. Then follow my orders and line up at the back."
"Yes, sir! Hahaha!"
"Ah... no! Help! Help me! You've already earned your own dea... ah!"
Blood began dripping from the corners of Tang San's eyes. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as history repeated itself and he was violated once again. His eyes brimmed with despair and hatred.
"Ah... no!" Tang San wanted to scream, wanted to get up and fight back, but trapped in the illusion, he could not move at all.
"Little beauty, since you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it. Hahaha..." The Spirit Hall Soul Masters' voices sounded as grating as night owls. Every word was a needle piercing deep into Tang San's heart.
"Aaaah-!"
A heart-rending scream escaped Tang San's mouth as he sank into utter frenzy. Everything before him felt terrifyingly real. The disgusting panting and the Spirit Hall Soul Masters waiting in line were all magnified through his six senses.
"Is... is that Tang San? How did he become a woman?" Watching the scene before them, everyone exchanged bewildered looks.
"Isn't... isn't that a bit too horrible? Still, a beast who forgets his own ancestors deserves such retribution," a Clear Sky Sect disciple whispered.
Immediately afterward, another scene appeared in everyone's minds. Tang