...
"Tap."
"Tap."
"Tap."
In the desolate and deep tunnel, a figure hurried along, quickly arriving in front of a dark iron door, which he pushed open with a "bang."
"Old Clan Leader, why are you..."
Before the Young Master could finish speaking, someone had grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. His face, once gentle and calm, now twisted with ferocity, "Did you dare to scheme against me?!"
"Old... Old Clan Leader, your... your words... I don't... I don't understand." Blood foamed at the corners of his mouth, and after being imprisoned for so long, the Young Master had no strength to struggle.
