The Junior Elder Zhenyu clearly had no intention of stopping there. The moment he finished cursing the Hopeful Star Pavilion, his expression changed again, as if another old grievance had suddenly surfaced from the depths of his memory.
Lin Mu had initially assumed the mention of the Hopeful Star Pavilion would lead to some important information about the sect, perhaps a conflict between the Wild Peak and that faction, or some hidden reason behind his decision to enter the Mad Demon Depths.
Instead, Zhenyu took a completely different direction.
"And that reminds me of the Admin Hall," Zhenyu muttered.
Lin Mu blinked as the old man's expression had become increasingly annoyed.
"There was an Admin Hall disciple who came to deliver a form to me. Do you know what that idiot did? He brought the form without the proper brush."
Lin Mu stared at the recording, dumbfounded, while Zhenyu continued as if this were an event of immense historical importance.
