Tang San's Frustration, Hoisted by His Own Petard, 6,000 Words

Inside the Prayer Room.

Just as Sea God Douluo was still wondering how he was supposed to report his own incompetence to the Sea God, the Divine Statue carved in Tang San's likeness suddenly lit up.

A strange ripple abruptly enveloped the entire room. Rings of eerie blue-gold light spread outward, like waves constantly rising across the sea.

Sea God Douluo's expression instantly turned fanatical and reverent, while also carrying intense terror.

With a "thud," both his knees hit the floor at once.

Then came three more "thunk, thunk, thunk" sounds as his forehead struck the ground. With the utmost respect, he kowtowed hard three times toward the Divine Statue.

"Respectfully welcoming my lord's descent."

"My believer, the one-year term has arrived. Of the task entrusted to you, how much has now been completed?" Tang San's voice carried an ethereal quality, continuously echoing through the Prayer Room.

"My lord, the task, the task, the task has not progressed very smoothly..."

Sea God Douluo prostrated himself completely, his forehead pressed tightly to the floor, not daring to raise his head at all.

Sweat had long since been seeping from his forehead, soaking the floor into a damp patch.

"The task has progressed... not very smoothly?"

Tang San's voice seemed somewhat displeased. Within that ethereal tone were traces of anger.

"To what extent has it been unsmooth?"

"My lord, it is like this..."

At once, Sea God Douluo, his heart filled with apprehension, recounted to Tang San in full everything he had encountered the first time he went to carry out the task.

He did not exaggerate or embellish it. He told it completely according to what had truly happened at the time.

After he finished bitterly complaining to Tang San about all his experiences, Tang San immediately fell silent.

Angry?

There