Atop the Sky Dome Floating Magic Boat.
The atmosphere in the grand hall was unusually heavy, like the oppressive calm before a storm, making it hard for anyone to breathe.
Zhuang Liangru sat upright in his chair, his face clouded over with dark fury, a rage that seemed impossible to suppress, and deep in his eyes was a trace of sorrow that couldn't be wiped away.
Next to him sat the master of Miao Yin Temple, Si Xin Ying, also seated here. Even with a veil covering her face, it was evident that her complexion was very poor.
"Yao'er, you've disappointed your teacher greatly,"
Si Xin Ying said with a sigh, looking at the disciple kneeling before her.
"Master, Elder Zhuang, it's my fault for not saving Brother Du. It's all my fault."
Mo Shiyao's tears had already streaked her beautiful face, and she knelt on the ground, sobbing non-stop.