In the laughter of the aged figure, there was a hint of killing intent and an endless coldness. This cold feeling permeated and directly paralyzed the blue-clad figure's body onto the ground.
"The Eldest Disciple, among the younger generation of this sect, was the most qualified to cultivate to the Lord Realm. Yet, you concealed his death and did not report it. Tell me, how should I deal with you?" the aged figure said coldly.
Upon hearing these words, the blue-clad figure's face turned ashen, and a profoundly bad feeling arose in his heart.
This feeling had barely emerged when his eyes widened abruptly, the terror in them becoming indescribably intense.
"Forgive me, Lord. It wasn't that I didn't want to report, but the Great Elder stopped me, not allowing me to disturb your cultivation," the blue-clad figure hastily spoke.
As these words left the blue-clad figure's mouth, he felt a great relief, but just as he relaxed, he could no longer breathe out.
