His mood was anything but pleasant.
As an old hand of the Heavenly Court, one of the Thunder Department's three elders, an old man whose status ranked only beneath the Thunder Controller, he sat beside his disciple with a swollen face.
He had been beaten.
Several solid, resounding punches.
Both his eye sockets had turned black. Even now, stars danced before his eyes, power having been injected into them as particles of Dao resonance trembled without cease.
That little brat had hit like a thief.
He had not suffered any serious internal injuries, but outwardly, he looked utterly miserable.
Even his clothes had been split apart, reduced to strips of cloth hanging from his body, with certain important parts faintly visible beneath them.
It was infuriating.
Thinking back to how the other party had slapped him dozens of times, sending him rolling around, before finally grabbing him by the nape and hauling him back to pin him onto a chair—
One could well imagine the Heavenly Court elder's feelings.
If there had been a hole nearby, he would have crawled right into it and buried himself.
For an old man of immense prestige, face was greater than heaven. This humiliation hurt worse than two knives plunged into his heart.
Though his mood was utterly terrible and he felt deeply aggrieved, he could not stir up any anger.
Because from the moment he had been suppressed by the Taiyi chains, the other party had held back and had never intended to truly grievously wound him.
On the other hand, after breaking free from the cage, he himself had been far less honorable.
He had shown no mercy at all. Had the other party not been strong enough, he would absolutely have been severely injured.
So if this matter truly came to