"You little brat, the people of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect all spoil you and fear you, but I won't indulge you."
"Hold out your hand! Today, I'll discipline you properly in your father's place and teach you what kind of attitude you should have toward others!" Chu Ye said.
"You... you dare yell at me!"
Ning Rongrong was still a child, after all. It was her first time facing someone who treated her like this, and she was a little dazed, both angry and aggrieved.
"Hurry up and hold out your hand!"
"I... I won't! I'm going to tell Dad, tell Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather that you bullied me!"
"The moment something doesn't go your way, you run off to tattle. You're just a useless little brat who only knows how to rely on others. Being strong yourself is what truly counts! Understand?"
Chu Ye directly grabbed Ning Rongrong's little hand by force, then spread open her palm. A wooden stick soon appeared in his own hand as well.
With a smack, it struck Ning Rongrong's hand heavily.
After that one hit, Ning Rongrong immediately burst into childish sobs.
"What are you crying for! Do you know you were wrong or not!"
"Wuwuwu, I hate you! I hate you! I'll definitely make Dad and the others teach you a lesson!" Ning Rongrong said through tears.
"Heh."
Chu Ye ignored all that and struck her palm with the stick again.
"Ah..."
"I'll stop when you admit your mistake."
Smack!
Chu Ye struck three times in a row. The pain in her palm was truly more than Ning Rongrong could bear, and for the first time, her proud self lowered her head and admitted fault. "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay!"
Seeing this, Chu Ye put away the