A reprimand arose.
The stillness was profound.
Even though the disappearance of Long Aotian was of great significance, even concerning the future of the entire Spiritual Martial World,
It caused a sense of urgency among his friends and family members.
But as the Spiritual Martial King, the highest and only ruler of this world,
His authority,
nobody dared to defy.
"It seems that I have been too lenient with you all, to the point that your characters have become so fragile,"
His expression was stern.
His sharp and pressing gaze swept across the people below.
Decapitated heads quickly lowered, no one dared to meet his eyes.
"When encountering problems, you do nothing but think of solutions but just wail and cry here."
"If one day I am no longer here, entrusting the Wu Dynasty to you lot, wouldn't it be destroyed within a few thousand years?"
The sound of his voice fell.
A series of thudding sounds merged together.
