As Huang Hall's Second Elder fled, gulping down pills, Huang Hall finally came into view.
At that moment, his feelings were incomparably complicated.
There was the grievance of having been brutalized before, the joy of surviving a catastrophe, and the fear of soon bearing the Sect Master's wrath.
With all these emotions converging, the Second Elder actually slowed his flight.
He adjusted his state of mind and calmed his thoughts before entering Huang Hall uneasily.
The Second Elder had wanted to mess up his hair and tear his black robe into even more tatters, but when he felt how severe his injuries were, he did not bother with such needless actions.
After all, with the Sect Master's power, a single glance would reveal the extent of his injuries. That could not be faked.
Then, the Second Elder raced toward the deepest part of Huang Hall, arrived before the throne, and prostrated himself before that illusory black shadow.
At this moment, including the Second Elder, there were six elders within the hall.
The black shadow's scarlet eyes flickered as he stared intently at the heavily wounded and utterly bedraggled Second Elder.
Before the black shadow could question him, the Second Elder took the initiative to speak, his voice trembling and his lips quivering.
"Reporting to the Sect Master... the strength of those four truly exceeded our expectations. The Fifth Elder, the Eighth Elder, and more than a hundred disciples were all easily slain by them."
"I was fortunate enough to escape their demonic clutches and have come specifically to report this matter to the Sect Master. This subordinate's cultivation is shallow, and I have failed the Sect Master's trust. I beg the Sect Master for forgiveness!"
The Second Elder's account was full of emotion, his words earnest and sincere.
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