"Lin Shuguang, I was wrong. Could you-" This was probably the first time in the Ninth Prince's life that he had apologized so abjectly to a disciple of the Baojian Sect.
He held back far too much anger.
If not for the Nine Demon Scroll, he would rather have died than admit fault to a nobody like Lin Shuguang.
But to the Ninth Prince's surprise, even after he had admitted his mistake, Lin Shuguang looked as though he had no patience to listen at all. The rest of his words were cut off again.
The Ninth Prince's face turned livid.
He had already humbled himself, yet all he received in return was Lin Shuguang's almost insulting disregard.
"Lin! Shu! Guang!"
A tremendous storm suddenly erupted throughout the Great Hall with the Ninth Prince's roar, shattering the glass in countless windows.
Caught off guard, the guards responsible for protecting the palace grunted and spat blood, but they still dropped to one knee, not daring to overstep.
"I! Will! Kill! You!"
This time, the Ninth Prince truly exploded with rage. He wished he could lead the Demon Suppression Army straight to the Black Prison and tear Lin Shuguang into pieces. Ultimately, however, he did not dare. First, he feared Sima Tingwei and that madman Ji Feng. Second, he was stationed at the Demon Cave on His Majesty's orders and could not leave without imperial permission.
For a moment, the Ninth Prince was both furious and resentful.
Especially when he sensed his connection to the Nine Demon Scroll beginning to loosen faintly, he could not help growing anxious.
On the one hand, he hoped this was all his own overthinking and oversensitivity, making him mistakenly believe Lin Shuguang had tampered with the Nine Demon Scroll.
On the other hand, even now, he still