"Explain? What is there to explain? You messed up something that should have been simple. If it disrupts the Young Master's plans, can you bear the consequences? I was just telling you to follow the Young Master closely, without any other thoughts, otherwise the Young Master can help you achieve greatness just as easily as he can make you vanish into thin air."
Accompanied by the voice, a figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a crying face mask appeared in the room.
"I don't know what brings you here today, Crying Face Envoy," Wang Anlong said, his expression changing slightly as he humbled himself. The Crying Face Envoy was right; just as the Heavenly God could make him, he could also destroy him.
"The Young Master sent me to tell you that you don't need to intervene in the Wang Quan matter. I will handle it personally."
The Crying Face Envoy's voice was calm and unperturbed, making it impossible to discern his expression behind the mask.
