At that moment, Elder Bai seemed to have aged ten years. His once straight back was now hunched...
"Master, what will become of us? What should we do next?"
The Left Emissary had lost his powers and has been chased out of the Secret Order. He felt as if his whole life was over.
"Don't worry, I will feed and clothe you even if I have to beg."
Elder Bai bent down and helped the Left Emissary to his feet. They then slowly walked step-by-step out the door. Their footsteps were very unsteady and the Left Emissary, who was still being supported, looked as if he would collapse at any moment.
The Left Emissary's heart was sour. If it had not been for me, Master would never have been dragged down to this level...
