At the dining hall, well-made scrumptious meals were spread across the tables.
Ling Zhao and his group sat at the high stage where the Matriarch of the sect, Kwan Xi Yin sat in the middle.
While the lower rank disciples dine at the tables below the stairs.
Ling Zhao gradually grew tired due to the cynical thousands of pairs of eyes glanced at him every now and then.
He understands that these disciples deemed him as a cursed child of Zhao Sect who brought the very doom of his own entire family.
Being scrutinized by the people who don't know the whole story about the tragedy that befell upon him was of course very nauseating for him.
"I finished…" Ling arose from his seat. Followed by Qiqi and Xiao Wu at the same time.
"Come to my study at midnight. I want to have a word with you." Kwan Xi Yin said it in a very serious tone.
Ling nodded and left the building with the two goddess-like entourage on both of his sides.
