"The tone of the Elder of Nangong was evident," he said, "victors reign, and the defeated perish."
Luo Changhen was dead, hence worthless, but now that Chu Fengmian and Bai Xuan had encountered a miraculous event and had been promoted to Seed Disciples, they had added strength to Beimang Academy and had made a great contribution.
This kind of character was extremely simple, which somewhat endeared him to Chu Fengmian.
"Let's discuss these trivial matters later."
Supreme Elder Blood spoke up in a hurry.
"The Supreme Elder has been waiting inside for a long time; let's go over now."
"Okay."
Chu Fengmian and Bai Xuan nodded in agreement.
Without further ado, Supreme Elder Blood led Chu Fengmian and Bai Xuan deep into the Hall of Merit.
Entering the depths of the Hall of Merit, the space around became increasingly mystical, appearing as if they had arrived in a completely different realm.
In the hall, there stood an immense throne, in front of which was an old figure.
