Bang, Bang, Bang...
A rhythmic sound of knocking on the floor echoed from the main hall entrance. No need to guess—it was Lu Yang kowtowing.
Wang Hu sat uneasily, thinking about how Lu Yang had already been severely punished. His mind drifted back to his own actions in the last battle...
Damn it, I was just as reckless as him, risking my life like a madman. The Lord of Heaven won't punish me too, right?
The more Wang Hu thought about it, the more terrified he became.
"Lord Wang Hu? Lord Wang Hu?!"
"What? Ah! This subordinate, Wang Hu, deserves a thousand deaths. Please, Saintess, plead for mercy! May the Lord of Heaven spare me! Wuwuwu, I'm only 25 years old; I'm still young. I swear I'll never be reckless again."
Wang Hu was so consumed by fear that he hadn't even heard Yao Xi calling him. When he finally snapped out of it, he hurriedly knelt down, begging for forgiveness.
