The Second Elder led the members of the Medicine Sect back in defeat. Once they returned to their quarters, everyone slumped despondently into their chairs.
Wang Ding was also brought back. He now stood in the center of the hall, his face deathly pale and trembling so hard that he could barely remain upright.
He had no idea what the Second Elder would do to him, but one thing was certain—after causing such a calamity, he could forget about living peacefully. In fact, he had lost even the thought of kneeling and begging for mercy; he knew his master's temperament and methods all too well. Begging would be absolutely futile now.
No one could tell how much time had passed when the Second Elder finally raised his head. The moment his gaze swept across Wang Ding, Wang Ding dropped to his knees with a loud "thud."
He didn't kneel to plead; his legs simply buckled out of sheer terror.
