The Almighty Dragon General

With a scream, Jaime immediately collapsed to the ground. He slowly rose in pain, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked, and muttered, "You always kick me on the same side, old man! Can't you pick the other side next time?"
Upon hearing this, James and the others sitting on the chairs exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.
Clayton rolled his eyes at Jaime and asked irritably, "You're Skynet's Young Master, so why are you in the Dooms' territory?"
"L..."
Clayton glared and continued, "Are you here to sow discord and gloat over their misfortune? Are you trying to meddle in their internal affairs to gain information for Skynet?"
Jaime frantically explained, "No, of course not! Do you really think I came to this stinking place of my own will? I'm here because..."
His voice trailed off as he glanced toward James' group, swallowing whatever he had left to say.
Clayton, still irritated, said, "Alright, get out of here. You were almost trampled into a pulp by an army of two hundred people and still want to stay and meddle?"
"Return to Skynet at once. The Celestial Sage and Earthly Sage have prepared a three-thousand-whip punishment for you."
Jaime was startled. "Huh? Didn't I just get beaten? Why do I have to..."
Clayton stared at him coldly. "Six thousand."

Jaime glared back, dissatisfied.
"Ten thousand."
Jaime raised his hands in surrender. "Enough, enough! Don't increase it again! After I get a satisfactory answer for the New Shahrzard Dynasty, I'll go back and accept the ten thousand whips myself."
After speaking, Jaime turned to Wyot. "The truth about the New Shahrzard Dynasty's destruction is out now, Dravon War King. On top of that, they insulted Uncle James. How will you give us a satisfactory explanation? Argh..."
"You don't listen to me anymore, huh?"
Jaime retorted, "No, no! Old man..."
Bang!
Clayton kicked Jaime out of the Ancestral Hall, sending him out of sight.
"That kid is really shameless."
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Clayton dusted off his hands, then turned to Wyot. "Don't get all frustrated. Since you can't solve it, someone else has come to help."
Startled, Wyot asked, "The Grand Steward and Vice Grand Steward already know?"
Clayton snorted, "So what if they do? The Dooms' situation wouldn't have gotten to this point if they could help you resolve this matter."
Wyot's pupils widened in surprise. "Did the Great Historial Land's great ancestors come out?"
Clayton said slowly, "Nope. It's
someone even stronger than them.
Nobody else in the Greater Reatm
can help you resolve this matter except him."
Wyot frowned and asked, "Who is stronger than our great ancestors?"