Misty Mountain, Main Hall of Daoless Sect.
Gazing at the four people before him.
Chu Yuan sat on the Sect Leader's throne, feeling somewhat puzzled at heart.
To be precise, his puzzlement stemmed from his honest second disciple, Zhang Han.
How long had he been away from the sect?
How had this second disciple changed so much?
With a swollen face and bruised nose.
Devoid of any presentable image.
And this third disciple, how had he become bald, and it seemed he had also become timid, keeping his head down and daring not to say a word.
In the time that he was away,
What on earth had happened??
Chu Yuan was utterly perplexed.
"Han'er, what happened to the injuries on your body?"
Chu Yuan looked at his honest disciple and asked.
Upon hearing this.
Zhang Han hesitated for a moment.
He still didn't plan on disclosing the truth to his Respected Master.
Having taken the position of the future Sect Leader from his eldest martial brother was dishonoring enough.