The Great Search of the Capital

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fingertips tapped the rosewood armrest, the muffled knocks pounding like heavy hammers on a drum.

Luo Gongsheng felt his heart twitch along with them.

"Disciple... disciple..."

He wanted to explain himself, but suddenly felt utterly drained.

He had left his master's tutelage many years ago and revered his superiors like gods.

Over the years, he had gradually taken control of the Iron Anchor Society and climbed into Prince Yan's Mansion. In the capital, he had practically been able to summon wind and rain.

But only now did he realize that all power and fame were as fragile as porcelain before this master of his.

At last, Huo Yin slowly spoke, his voice cold as ice and iron.

"Prince Yan is rash and lax in governing his subordinates. Sooner or later, he'll bring disaster upon himself. Keep your distance from him from now on."

"As for King Snake, you bear no small blame. Go to the Mystic Sacrificial Official and accept your punishment."

"Leave. From now on, don't come knocking again."

His voice was calm, but to Luo Gongsheng, it sounded like thunder.

He knew that King Snake's defection to the demon men was no longer a hidden danger, but he had also been expelled from the sect.

Without Huo Yin's protection, troubles would come one after another in the future.

He wanted to plead for mercy, but as he gazed at Huo Yin's cold face, he could not utter a word. He could only grit his teeth, kowtow several times with loud thuds, then turn and leave.

After walking a hundred meters from the gate, he turned back to look at the small courtyard again. A thread of fury rose in his heart, and he muttered:

"If you're going to be this heartless, then I'll show you