Old Seventh’s Plan

Jiang Aijian recounted the entire process in a very casual manner, but all of them knew very well how difficult it must have been to make this decision.

Li Yunzheng looked to the left and right, looking confused. He did not know why he was here or why his grandmaster was here. His face that seemed like it was made out of tree bark did not have any expression, only his constantly shifting eyes revealed his emotions. His body was thin, and his skin looked like they were covered in mud. It was unbearable and too heart-wrenching to look at him.

In the past, Li Yunzheng, the emperor of the red lotus domain, was like Si Wuya. He had the air of a scholar. He was polite, refined, and elegant. Now that he had become like this, it made everyone sigh.

Jiang Aijian patted Li Yunzheng's shoulder and said, "It's been hard on you. Senior Ji already knows."