Inside his spiritual sea, Wei Long watched the scene unfold, his sharp dinosauric teeth flashing as he grinned.
"Oh? What's this? They're all so eager. So angry. So ready for blood. Ah, I love it."
Red'Ribbon, however, was far less amused. His voice carried a hint of exasperation. "You love it? What's there to love? They're treating him like dirt."
Wei Long let out a chuckle. "Exactly. And what do you think happens when a person that everyone looks down on suddenly shows them they're wrong?"
Red'Ribbon frowned. "…They get angry?"
Wei Long's grin widened. "They don't just get angry. They break."
Meanwhile, back in the courtyard, a single voice cut through the sea of jeers.
"Let me at him!"
The crowd parted slightly, and a disciple stepped forward.
His robes were far more extravagant than most—embroidered silk, layered with gold threading, his sash tied in an intricate knot that marked him as someone from a wealthy background.
