Mei Gaojie burst into tears. He felt too ashamed to show his face to Jun Moxie's sharp and disdainful glare.
These were the disciples he had spent his blood and effort on. These were his Empire's brightest of the brightest. He was proud of them, and he had cultivated them to become the Empire's pillars. But, their conduct was no different than that of corrupt officials. However, were they any different from a termite that was eating into the country's woodwork?
Mei Gaojie was in a daze; he didn't speak-up.
