Jethro Golding conferred with a few elders from the Golding family. It was decided that he would be the one to carry out the clan's punishment, but there was an awkward problem: the whip used for such occasions was missing.
In the past, Millstone Peak had two ancestral halls—one for the Golding Clan and one for the Thornes. Each hall enshrined a bone-chilling cowhide whip used to discipline clan members who had done wrong. But the halls had been torn down some years ago, and the whips had vanished along with them. For a moment, they couldn't find a suitable replacement.
"You can use a belt!" someone suddenly shouted.
Adrian Hawthorne glanced around nonchalantly, then exchanged a smile with Tang Xiaonan.
Jethro Golding breathed a sigh of relief. A belt was indeed a good idea. However, not many people in the village could afford a leather belt; most used cloth sashes. Even he himself wore one.
"Use mine!"
