Desolate State, Primordial Hall.
Outside the grand hall, a towering figure in a blood robe knelt there, back straight, motionless.
Not far off, the elder Jiang Qingming occasionally sipped old wine and teased with a laugh, "You are just too stubborn. I've told you, the master has gone to the North Sea, even if you kneel here he won't see you. Why not wait for his return and apologize then?"
The towering figure in the blood robe, who looked like a young man in his twenties, had a resolute face, exuding an air of defiance and a strong aura of dominance.
In response to Jiang Qingming's advice, he slowly replied, "Did you tell the master about this?"
Jiang Qingming chuckled, "This is called reporting truthfully."
The Blood Robed Youth was none other than the Vice Hall Master of the Primordial Hall in Hong State — Jiang Rulong.
Jiang Rulong said coldly, "Are you not aware of the current situation? At a time like this, you tell the master about this matter?"
