Afternoon. The tea room of the White Ape Martial Arts Hall's Inner Courtyard.
The atmosphere in the room was oppressive and somber.
Qin Fangqiong's face was ashen as he sat imposingly in a Grandmaster's Chair. On the rosewood square table beside him rested a teacup, long since gone cold, and a full, untouched plate of braised chicken feet.
Before him, Xu Feng and Lin Wanzhu stood on either side, their brows furrowed in silence.
Su Yu and Chen Fan stood at the very back.
At that moment, Su Yu was looking through the intelligence report that had been sent back, his expression solemn.
'Junior Sister Qin Yu was injured? And they lost three Inner Courtyard Disciples who were with her?'
'Those on Ghost Mist Island are just a bunch of water bandits. Where did they get the nerve to be so arrogant and directly slap the White Ape Martial Arts Hall in the face?'
