At the cold rebuke, Zhao Ming's face, which could barely maintain a facade of calm with a forced smile, changed dramatically, replaced by a terror stemming from the heart, causing her body to start trembling.
"Forgive me, Senior... Forgive me, Senior... Forgive me, Senior..." Zhao Ming kept kowtowing, her beautiful hair already in disarray.
But she dared not stop.
Because she knew very well that these two seniors before her held the fate of the Zhao Family in their hands; if she angered them, everything the Great Elder and others had done, putting aside their dignity, would be in vain.
Dozens of thousands of people in the Zhao Family would be displaced, or worse, their bodies exposed and abandoned.
Wuxinming spoke coldly, "Black Crow Zhenren really knows how to scheme. Initially, I offered him a chance to cooperate with me, and now not only has he delayed multiple Golden Core plans, but he also has the gall to make such unreasonable demands."
