Aldo’s anger completely shattered the table beneath them, causing food to fly everywhere. Luckily, there were all martial warriors and such a simple matter wouldn’t dirty them.
It was only after a few minutes of raging that he finally calmed down enough to listen to his long time friend’s story. But, that only lasted a while before he was sent into yet another rage.
“You bastard!” Aldo roared. “I entrusted her to you, yet you allow this to happen?! That limp dicked eunuch from the 74th quadrant has no right to lay hands on Giralda!”
“Father!” The young man grabbed his father’s arm, trying to hold him back, but to no avail.
The Master was sent flying through the restaurant and into the distance.
Aldo frowned. Although he had lost himself in anger, he didn’t apply more force than he thought Marco could handle. The fact his friend was so easily beaten by him proved that he had some internal injuries.
In the past, the Master was a second grade celestial, definitely among the geniuses of the martial world. To step into the 11th stage of sainthood before ascending to become a celestial was definitely a feat only the best could accomplish. However, right now, he didn’t have battle prowess surpassing a mere 4th grade celestial.
For context, a 4th grade celestial would only have entered the 9th stage of sainthood before becoming a celestial. The difference was like that of heaven and earth.
The only explanation for such a drop was that his long-time friend had had 18 of his meridians directly destroyed or compromised in some form or fashion.
Violet didn’t react much to her father being sent flying into the distance. In fact, she had expected as much. She only pretended to be slightly troubled so that the young man would comfort her.
“Father, think of Violet. Control your temper.” The young man said resolutely, blocking his father’s path.
In the distance, the Master sighed and stood up slowly, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. He wasn’t angry. He felt that this was what he deserved.
Aldo ignored his son, pushing him to one side. “You should have come to me!” Aldo roared. “You’ve let her spend 200 years in suffering because of your stupid pride?! I could lay down my own, but you couldn’t?! You’re undeserving of her!”
Aldo’s roars shook the planet. He had long since broken into the middle celestial levels, and although he was previously less talented than the Master, he was definitely far ahead of him now.
Master Ricci sighed. If Giralda chose him, a man of lesser status, over a good man like Aldo, how could he possibly be so petty when dealing with his wife’s happiness?
Aldo’s family was the most powerful of the 53rd quadrant, the Kong Clan. However, there were two subordinate clans nipping at their heels. If Aldo was such a good man, why would he participate in something as disgusting as Soul Market? It was obviously because his family was being pushed toward extinction due to the collaboration of those two subordinate clans.
This wasn’t all, either. Even if the Kong Clan ignored all warnings to launch an attack on the 74th quadrant, there would be massive consequences for doing such a thing.
Why was it that a weak quadrant like the 98th hadn’t been annexed? Wasn’t the value of becoming a higher ranked clan or sect massive? Wasn’t the use of faith capable of increasing the strength of a person many times over? So, why could weak quadrants survive?
It was precisely because there were checks and balances. There was a tacit agreement among all 100 quadrants to disallow conquests that didn’t occur within your own quadrant. Inter-quadrant warfare hadn’t happened since the Star Clan stumbled into their corner of the Cosmos.
What do you think would happen is a 53rd ranked quadrant launched an attack on the 74th? Do you believe that people would listen to Aldo’s explanation? Of course not. The Kong family would be directly wiped out by an alliance of clans and sects.
Marco had already lost the love of his life, how could he drag his best friend down with him?
So, he suffered in silence, raising his daughter diligently and hoping that she would one day become strong enough to save his wife and her mother.
However, due to recent events, he felt like he was failing as a father. His daughter had become vain and pessimistic, seeing the world only as a balance and exchange of goods. She didn’t even value her own body for any reason other than maintaining its “price” as high as possible.
She wasn’t angered by Dyon’s actions due to embarrassment and pride, but rather because she felt like Dyon had directly slashed down what her body was worth.
In the end, Aldo understood these things too. He was aware of his long-time friend’s personality and knew he wasn’t such a petty man, or else he wouldn’t have let Giralda marry him.
That said, Aldo was still fuming. No matter how good of a person he was, how could he not think that if his love had chosen him, none of this would have ever happened?
Before any of them could say anything more, another roar broke through the skies, causing Violet’s eyes to contract.
“If that bastard Master and his bitch of a daughter don’t appear within ten seconds, I’ll start slaughtering your core elders one by one!”