Your Performance Is Over

With a thud, he dropped to his knees, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"P-please forgive me, Senior."

He forced out the words with difficulty, feeling as though a mountain were pressing down on his shoulders.

Gu Sheng withdrew his pressure and said blandly.

"Open the secret realm."

The martial artist shakily climbed to his feet, not daring to meet Gu Sheng's eyes.

"Reporting to Senior, the Patriarch... he just left."

"I said, open the secret realm."

Gu Sheng repeated himself, his tone terrifyingly calm.

The martial artist swallowed. Catching a glimpse of dark green light flowing faintly around Gu Sheng's sleeve, he suddenly recalled the rumors from the city and was scared out of his wits.

He had no doubt that if he dared say another word of refusal, he would immediately become a dried corpse.

"Yes, yes! This junior will open it right away!"

In a fluster, he pulled out a jade plaque and tremblingly pressed it against the stone stele at the entrance to the secret realm.

A hazy white light lit up on the stele, and a vortex-like portal slowly took shape.

Gu Sheng took out a prepared token—a bone fragment engraved with strange runes—and casually tossed it to the martial artist.

"This..."

The martial artist caught the bone fragment, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

This was clearly a token possessed only by core disciples of the Five Poisons Divine Cult! Thinking of the rumors that their branch had just been slaughtered, his legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees again.

Gu Sheng ignored him and walked straight toward the portal.

Just before stepping inside, he suddenly turned back.

"Regarding today's matter..."

The martial artist jolted.

"This junior saw nothing! If the Patriarch asks, I'll say... I'll say that a masked senior forcibly