"You prove it, and we're supposed to believe it?"
"You don't even look at who we are."
"You come to prove it?"
"Who do you even think you are?"
An elder of the Yu Heavenly Clan spoke with undisputable contempt.
After all, Granny Wishing was a mysterious figure. No one had even laid eyes on her, let alone knew what her disciple looked like.
He assumed this old woman was simply one of Chu Feng's associates, which was why he was so dismissive.
But while this elder had no idea who the old woman truly was, Yu Hong and Yu Yin did.
The moment that elder opened his mouth, Yu Hong and Yu Yin's faces turned pale with fright.
They both knew that this old woman had a terrible temper. For their own elder to speak to her like that — she would absolutely not let it slide.
Most importantly, a wave of fury was already spreading through the ranks of the Yu Heavenly Clan. It wasn't just that one elder who had spoken up — others were itching to do the same.
"Elder, she… she is Granny Wishing's disciple."
Sensing the dire situation, Yu Yin hurriedly informed him.
And fearing that the other clansmen would continue saying things that offended the old woman, he made sure to speak loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Granny Wishing's disciple…"
Sure enough, upon learning that the old woman was none other than Granny Wishing's disciple, the elder's face immediately drained of all color.
He was terrified. He who had always carried himself above all others, as though no one could compare, now didn't dare utter a single word — terrified that anything he said might offend her further.
At that moment, it was the Clan Chief of the Yu Heavenly Clan who broke the silence first.
"Insolent! How dare you be rude to Granny Wishing's disciple? Apologize at once!"
Yet even the Clan Chief had lost his earlier domineering air. Not only did he fail to stand up for his own elder — he ordered him to apologize instead.
"My apologies. I had no idea you were Granny Wishing's disciple. I was deeply offensive just now, and I humbly beg your forgiveness."
The elder hastily bowed in apology, his voice trembling so badly that his tongue could barely form the words.
But the Granny Wishing's disciple simply let out a soft chuckle before speaking.
"On what grounds do you expect me to forgive you just because you ask?"
"Um…"
Every member of the Yu Heavenly Clan was at a complete loss for words.
"My lady, his behavior was indeed inexcusable. How would you like him punished?" the Clan Chief asked.
"His mouth runs without restraint. Cut out his tongue, and we'll call it even," the old woman said.
"What — cut out his tongue?"
Hearing those words, the expressions of everyone from the Yu Heavenly Clan turned grim.
Even the people from the Cloud Sky Immortal Sect, the Myriad Demon Sacred Hall, and the Dragon Clan were taken aback.
True, the elder's words had been rather harsh, but speaking out of turn when you didn't know someone's identity was hardly unusual. To have one's tongue cut out simply for misspeaking — that was pushing the line into outright tyranny.
"What, you're unwilling?"
"Shall I go and fetch my Master, then?" the old woman said.
At the mention of that, the faces of the Yu Heavenly Clan members grew even more wretched. Every clansman present, elder or disciple alike, felt an enormous weight pressing down on them.
In that moment, all eyes turned to the Clan Chief of the Yu Heavenly Clan.
At a time like this, they could only follow the Clan Chief's lead.
"My lady, he was merely—"
The Clan Chief spoke up, still hoping to plead for leniency.
"Clan Chief."
But at that very moment, the elder suddenly interjected.
When he spoke, people noticed that a sharp dagger had already appeared in his hand. His gaze was fixed on the old woman.
"My lady, I spoke without restraint and showed you disrespect. I deserve to be punished."
With those words, he swept his sleeve aside, and a cold flash of steel sliced through the air.
A spray of fresh blood burst from his mouth.
He didn't want to put the Clan Chief in a difficult position, and he certainly didn't want the Yu Heavenly Clan to suffer for his mistake — so he punished himself.
In truth, this was merely the pain of flesh and skin. For a martial cultivator, it was hardly a severe punishment.