The moment he came to a stop, two figures in black robes shot out from behind the crumbling walls on either side of the ruins.
Their toes tapped against the broken bricks as they landed with slightly bent knees. They bowed in unison. "My Lord."
The black-robed man didn't respond. His fingertips gripped a nearby wooden splinter, his knuckles turning a deathly pale gray.
He recalled the scolding he had just received from Zhang Yunpeng. The pad of his thumb pressed down, and with a CRACK, the splinter shattered into dust, trickling through his fingers.
'A weakling whose strength is far beneath my own dares to shit all over me!'
The red glow beneath his hood flared violently. A nameless rage surged up from his throat, and his breathing grew heavy.
"Go to Seven Stars Castle. Tell Shen Shikang and Lin Luoxue to get their men ready."
