Another short, plump elder followed suit, kowtowing on the ground. These two elders, one a late-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator and the other at the Nascent Soul Stage, were now cringing before Chen Zheng with no dignity, having clearly sensed the danger.
"You two old fools have lived for hundreds of years, yet you're still so spineless," Chen Zheng said, shaking his head lightly. "I gave you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't cherish it. Tell me, what should I do with you now?"
"Senior! We know we were wrong, we admit our mistakes! Senior, we are willing to offer half of our wealth! We only hope you will spare us this one time!" the white-haired elder cried through gritted teeth, knocking his forehead to the ground once more.
"Too late!" Chen Zheng replied, his voice cold.
