Duan Shenli slowly crawled into the great hall and kowtowed, saying, "Sect Master, it's all my fault... It's all my rashness, a moment's carelessness, that led to the Ye Family's ambush!"
Shangguan Hong looked coldly at Duan Shenli.
"Do you still have the face to speak?"
Duan Shenli knelt on the ground, daring not to make a move, his face already covered in sweat.
Shangguan Hong slowly rose to his feet and walked into the center of the great hall.
His gaze fell on the root of his thigh, he glanced faintly at Duan Shenli's wound, without a word of comfort or sympathy, and instead said, "Has Linghui's cultivation been crippled by the Ye Family?"
"Yes."
Duan Shenli was well aware of the Sect Master's personality, disliking lengthy speeches, superfluous words, and most of all, excuses from others.
To such questions, he knew only to respond, yes or no!
"Have the sons of our sect been injured by the Ye Family people?"
"Yes!"
