Seclusion

Atop a mountain peak shrouded in drifting clouds and mist.

A middle-aged man stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His handsome face was utterly indifferent, his eyes as unfathomable as an abyss. There were no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, yet merely standing there, he exuded a faint but terrifying pressure.

Under that pressure, even the space around him seemed distorted.

Behind the middle-aged man, a figure knelt on one knee, barely daring to raise his head.

Cold sweat covered his forehead and back, and his face was somewhat pale. This person was Nu Mou, while the middle-aged man before him was Nu Tian, the Asura Clan elder in charge of punishments.

Although Nu Tian showed no burst of anger, Nu Mou felt a deep fear, because the man before him possessed both the authority and power to decide his life or death.

"Nu Mou, you have disappointed me. Making a move in front of so many people during the Five Spirits Offering was utterly foolish," Nu Tian finally said calmly.

Nu Mou, who had been kneeling on one knee, dropped to both knees. His body trembled slightly as he dared not offer the slightest defense, lowering his head even further.

Nu Tian turned around and fixed Nu Mou with an unfathomable gaze. "Do you know his background? The Demon Lord personally activated a teleportation array to bring him here, and he even met with the Demon Lord in person. Yet over the matters of the Weeping Blood Land, you dared to attack him. Have you considered the consequences?"

At those words, Nu Mou's body trembled as cold sweat poured down him. He said quietly, "But he ruined our important plans. He may have absorbed all the essence of the Weeping Blood Land, causing the three Vice Pavilion