The Grand Elder maintained his sweet smile on the outside, though he was extremely pissed inside.
Who sends a Grand Elder to demand justice when regular sect members are killed?
It was like sending an elder to seek justice for a sect servant. This was clearly looking down on him. Was he trying to put him in his place by telling him that he was still the sect master and could order him around?
The sect master wore a serious expression on the outside, but on the inside, he was very pleased with the Grand Elder's expression. "That expression where you hate it but can't do anything about it. I love it," he thought.
"Sure," the Grand Elder responded.
The sect master was about to smile but restrained himself. "No... I can't laugh yet... I've gotta hold it in." As he thought this, the Grand Elder added, "I'll go there in a week."
"What?" the sect master asked in anger, slamming his hands on his table. "I told you to go now!" he roared.
