Mengzhen fell to the ground when Weisheng let him go furiously. The man dared not look up and crawled into Weisheng's feet.
"Y-Your Lordship," Mengzhen's voice shook, "P-Please give me a chance to explain."
"Go ahead," Weisheng frowned, kicking the man away from his feet, "I'm listening."
Mengzhen's entire body shook as he composed himself to kneel straight. His palms sweated uncontrollably. He took heavy and deep breaths to compose himself. If he worded anything wrong, he could die today.
The courtyard had turned dark, despite no concept of night and day. Mengzhen's body shivered in the cold, despite no concept of season in the Heaven Realm.
"Speak," Weisheng uttered grimly, adding more and more tension to the poor subordinate.
