Lv Zheng entered the Ziyi Palace room in silence, only to see Bei Zhen already kneeling on the ground, waiting for his return, head lowered, trembling all over: "Elder..."
"Shut up!"
Lv Zheng gritted his teeth and whispered fiercely: "We'll talk when we get back!"
His voice was eerily cold, like hell itself.
Bei Zhen shivered all over, kneeling without daring to make a sound. The others didn't dare to plead for mercy either.
Lv Zheng, his face swollen, sat on a chair, not daring to return to his room to rest, nor to practice to reduce the swelling. He wasn't confident whether the other party would punish him again for hiding from public view...
It's too difficult!
"Go back to your original seat! What are you doing kneeling here? Do you want everyone to think I'm eager to retaliate against you?"
Lv Zheng coldly dismissed Bei Zhen.
He was now genuinely intent on killing Bei Zhen.
This disciple must not be kept, no matter what is said.
