In the third room on the fifth floor of Omniscient Pavilion.

The black robed man slowly sat down behind the table before he raised his eyes to glance at the steaming hot tea on the table, and he thought in his heart. At this moment, that little fellow would probably already be trapped within the Bloodtransformation Divinelight Formation. Perhaps the outcome will be determined in another ten minutes.

When he thought up to here, he flicked his sleeve and then a figure fell down to kneel on the ground with a thump.

This person had grey hair and an aged appearance. As soon as he appeared, he roared furiously with the intention of rising from the ground, yet the black robed man stomped on his face and completely suppressed him on the ground.

“Mo Kun, you geezer. Didn’t I just borrow this room for a moment? Is there any need to be so furious?” The black robed man chuckled and spoke slowly.

“This is the Omniscient Pavilion. So do you think you’ll be able to survive after you offended me?” Mo Kun’s eyes almost split apart as he stared fixedly at the black robed man, and he roared with a hoarse voice.

He’d stopped struggling because the black robed man’s strength was too much stronger than him, so struggling was useless.

“I’m handling something on behalf of the Cui Clan, and I’ll be returning to the Cui Clan once everything is done. At that...