"What instructions does the Sect Master have?" After hesitating for a moment between seeking revenge and saving himself, the young disciple slowly approached Zheng Ming, bowed, and asked.
Zheng Ming looked calmly at the young disciple. His cultivation level had just reached that of a Second Level Grandmaster. Under the imposing aura emanating from Zheng Ming, the young man's body couldn't help but bend slightly.
"What happened?" Zheng Ming asked without deliberately making things difficult for the disciple. It wasn't because he was magnanimous but simply because the young man was not qualified enough.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, just now a brother from the Tianluo Sect said it seems that there was an explosion during their artifact refining," the young man said, a hint of shame flashing in his eyes, but more than that, he was filled with fear.
