In the hall, an elder and a woman were kneeling on the ground. There was a stretcher on the ground and on it lay a person.
"Old ancestor, please give me justice. No matter what, Junsheng was still the steward of the Crimson Star Sect and managed the sect's huge workload. Even if he has not performed meritorious deeds, he has worked hard. Now, he has actually been tortured without impunity to such a state. It is a slap in the face for our Crimson Star Sect in the face."
The woman was not very old, around twenty-five or twenty-six years of age. She was beautiful and had an outstanding temperament. But right now, she was kneeling sorrowfully on the ground, her tears flowing non-stop.
She had a younger brother. They had grown up together and now he had been put in such a terrible state by someone. As his sister, how could her heart not ache?