The burly man known as Master Shen finally showed a trace of a smile in his eyes; he slapped the monkey-like Old Sixth Cen on the back and said, "You little rascal, good that you understand."
"Let me tell you! On the day of great joy for the Tuo Tian Ancestor, whoever dares to upset him is courting death!"
"Don't you know, two years ago when the Ancestor took his fifteenth wife, just because the honey water Old Nine Yue was in charge of had a bit too many flower petals, the Ancestor had him sent to Bone Removing Cliff, where he suffered for a full fourteen days before dying."
As soon as he heard the three words 'Bone Removing Cliff', all trace of dissatisfaction in Old Sixth Cen's eyes vanished completely.
This incident might have passed a year ago, but how could he forget it? He hadn't seen Old Nine Yue's final state, but he heard the deathbed screams of Old Cow Moon that were worse than death itself.