A resounding slap from his father-in-law brought the furious Long Yuqing back to his senses.
The man before him was General Yang, the "retired emperor of Tide Dragon City"-a general who had served two reigns, commanded its civil and military officials, had countless disciples, enjoyed the recognition of the Immortal Wave Sect's sect master, and stood at the peak of fifth grade.
His words just now-"If you don't understand, I'll teach you. If you can't learn, I'll beat you. You'll do exactly as I tell you!"-had fully illustrated their relationship. Within Tide Dragon City, the man truly revered by thousands, who held military and administrative power, was his father-in-law. He himself was merely a useless City Lord, timid by nature and overly cautious.
The Yang Family never contested any insignificant matters with him, but the power to decide the city's major affairs had never had anything to do with him.
One slap brought this argument, which had begun when emotions ran out of control, to an abrupt halt.
Yang Ganglie looked at Long Yuqing with exasperated disappointment and said hoarsely, "You're the City Lord. Don't drag more than a hundred members of the Dragon and Yang Families into a sea of fire with your childish ideas. If you can't understand, keep thinking. Come see me when you've figured it out."
With that, the old man turned and left.
Long Yuqing stood there with his cheek flushed red. Only after a long, stunned silence did he cup his fists and reply, "I will humbly heed your teachings, Father-in-law."
Yang Ganglie ignored him and walked toward the inner hall without turning around.
As soon as he left, Yang Ling'er rose and hurried over, her tone a mixture of reproach and concern. "You've been getting beaten since you were little, and you still