The Old Toad wore a treasure crown, with a platinum little dragon coiling inside it. His cape fluttered with the waves, as the Old Toad used a scepter to tap on Wu Cangshou's turtle nose, with a mighty flourish.
Wu Cangshou was infuriated: "First humble then arrogant, first humble then arrogant! You deserved to be struck by heavenly thunder long ago! Wearing a pile of shit on your head is impressive, huh!"
"How dare you, this is the manifestation of my auspicious sign, it is a dragon, how dare you call it shit!"
"Coiled up, it looks like shit!"
The Old Toad, both angry and ashamed, retorted: "I am the State Preceptor!"
"You will regret this!"
Wu Cangshou, in his rage, swung his turtle claw, knocking the scepter askew.
Wu Cangshou was surprised. Why was this scepter so fragile?
