Up on the diamond prow of the Frost-Sword flagship ten thousand feet in the air, Frost-Sword Supreme Patriarch Luo Wushuang. His thirty-six mink-robed clan elders saw Gu Changsheng signal the five children to step back and move calmly behind Empress Luo Qingxue!
Completely misreading the gesture through his thick lens of upper-realm snobbery, Patriarch Luo Wushuang burst into loud, contemptuous laughter that echoed across the plaza:
“Bahahaha! Did you see that, Elders?! The moment I unleashed my Rank 9 Early Peak Frost-Sword Patriarch pressure and demanded three hundred lashes.
That lower-realm mortal carpenter Gu Changsheng got so terrified that he told his five brats to stay back and hid behind his wife’s skirt!”
“What a spineless, henpecked mortal coward!” Frost-Sword First Elder Luo Han jeered from the flagship railing, pointing down at the courtyard porch.
“Luo Qingxue! Look at the ‘husband’ you threw away your Frost-Sword Saintess title for fifteen years ago! Faced with the prestige of our hundred crystal warships, he doesn’t even dare draw a weapon—he’s pushing his own wife out in front to take the beating for him!”
Down in the East Plaza public restroom doorway five miles away, former Patriarch Gu Tianba (in his lime-green apron) slapped his own shoe-stamped forehead with his palm and groaned in agony:
