"OUR TARGET? NO CAVITIES... NO GENTLEMEN!"
In the plaza, my anger was transforming into something material. The large group of Town Security troops and knights below me shouted loudly in response.
On this temporarily constructed wooden platform were a few banners I had written. My forceful calligraphy were representations of my complaints and my will.
The left banner said, "Strictly strike down the gentlemen[1]!"
The right banner said, "Cleanse the atmosphere of the city!"
The middle banner said, "Beifeng, go die!"
Alright then, let us not look too deeply into whether these banners rhymed with each other or matched each other, nor should we mention how Beifeng, who was still in the Earth Elemental Plane, had been the unknowing target of my wrath. Nevertheless, when I wrote those last three words in front of everyone, the cheers that filled the heavens represented their attitude.
"Beifeng, go die!"
