The higher-ups don't care.
"What kind of nonsense is this!"
Yin Shen Palace slumped into the chair, feeling a sense of panic, even the wine was no longer aromatic, the food unappetizing, and even the bright sun outside felt like an oppressive, gloomy mist.
"What's wrong, Sect Hierarch?" Mu Lin Yuan asked.
"This freaking Guardian is so heartless!"
Yin Shen Palace cursed angrily:"He's one of your people, your Mr. Fang! He's done so much for you! Is it fair to suppress him like this? You all just turn a blind eye, and now, still turn a blind eye. Are you even human?!"
"This is more heartless than Wei Wo Zheng Sect!"
Yin Shen Palace was so angry that his veins were bulging, clutching his heart in pain.
Sighing, flailing, consumed by rage, yet powerless.
"Sect Hierarch, what exactly is... going on?" Mu Lin Yuan and the others became serious.
Did something happen to Yemo?
"It's Yemo, my disciple... Ah, the boy, he's suffering terribly now..."
