"Smack!"
The sound of the gavel rang out again,
and the dreamscape completely receded.
Liao Zhongsheng wasn't being bitten by a dog; he was holding a meat cleaver, carving at his own flesh.
When he awoke from the dream, he dropped the knife to the ground, pitying his own bloody body.
Yuan Buyu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly pondering something.
"Old blind... no, wise master, I bullied your disciple the other day. It's my fault. I'm willing to apologize and set up eighteen tables with spirits, kneel before him in public, and bow three times... nine times is fine too!"
Liao Zhongsheng feared for his life and clung to the notion of admitting his mistakes. Since the master hadn't killed him in the dream, it showed that the other had no intention to kill. If he begged earnestly, maybe he could escape death.
In fact, according to Yuan Buyu's habits, this was the sort of incident he would consider settled by now.
