The cultivator who had reported the news stood nervously to the side, fearing reprimand and punishment.
However, Shen Chongming did not look at him and walked straight towards Shen Chongxu, who was standing at the door.
"Ming... Brother Ming."
Shen Chongxu averted his gaze and saluted with clasped hands.
"Everyone, go about your business."
Shen Chongming glanced over his disheveled appearance and spoke indifferently.
The cultivators behind him quickly saluted and retreated.
He walked slowly forward, forcing Shen Chongxu back into the room, his eyes sweeping the surroundings, smelling the thick scent of alcohol mixed with various unpleasant odors, his expression complex.
"You are only twenty-two years old this year."
"Do you plan to spend your life in such a daze?"
Turning to look at Shen Chongxu by his side, Shen Chongming's eyes were sharp, and he spoke in a deep voice.
