"What nonsense, you're an elder and still saying you have a low status, you think I'm a three-year-old?"
This Seventh Elder is just asking for trouble; not roasting him is a disservice to the drooling brothers of the Kao Shan Sect.
"No way, I haven't said a single lie."
The Seventh Elder felt wronged, if he could have spoken, he would have done so already, there's no way he'd still lie when he's about to be roasted.
"Roast him for me."
Tang Rao stopped looking at the Seventh Elder.
This old man, once put on the grill, all his hair would burn up, followed by his flesh, the fat in the meat, and the crunch of the bones...
Tang Rao was just muttering to himself, but somehow the Seventh Elder heard it.
For the Seventh Elder, death is not scary; what's scary is the process of waiting for death.
Falling into Tang Rao's hands, he acknowledged his bad luck.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll say everything, Tang Rao, just spare me!"
The Seventh Elder softened.
