Dong! Dong! Dong!
Fingertips tapped on the rosewood armrest, dull sounds like heavy drums.
Luo Gongseng only felt his heart throb painfully.
"Disciple... Disciple..."
He wanted to defend himself, but suddenly felt weak and powerless.
He had left his master years ago, revering those above him like gods.
Over the years, he gradually took control of the Iron Anchor Association and connected with the Prince Yan Mansion, becoming quite powerful in the Capital.
But now he realized that all the power and fame were as fragile as porcelain before his master.
Finally, Huo Yin spoke slowly, his voice cold as ice and iron.
"The Prince is impulsive, undisciplined with his subordinates, sooner or later this will lead to disaster, stay away from him in the future."
"Regarding Wang She's matter, you cannot shirk responsibility, go to the Xuan Sacrificial Officer to confess."
"Leave now, and do not return here henceforth."
The voice was calm, yet to Luo Gongseng it sounded like thunder.
