"Steward Chen." The five Heads of the Court bowed.
The Disciples of the C Institute followed suit, bowing respectfully.
Chen Yao nodded and then asked, "Have the Human Martial Beads been distributed yet?"
"Reporting to Steward Chen, Steward Huang hasn't arrived yet. We're waiting for him," a Head of the Court responded.
"Steward Huang? Which Steward Huang?" Chen Yao was quite puzzled.
The Head of the Court hurriedly replied, "The son of the Second Elder, Huang Xu."
"Huang Xu? He actually came back?" Chen Yao frowned slightly, her face filled with annoyance.
"Heh, it seems Senior Sister Chen is as unwilling to see me as ever." A light laugh tinged with disappointment sounded as a young man in a purple robe walked into the Bing Institute.
The young man was in his early twenties, with ordinary features and gloomy eyes. He reeked of blood. Even from a distance, one could smell the nauseating stench that clung to him.
