"Mr. Kun." Soron spoke from behind the desk, looking at the White Robed Staff. "Did you know? You arrived later than I expected. Did you report back to that organization behind you, and that's why you're late?"
"This!" The White Robed Staff's body trembled violently at Soron's words. The events of the day and Soron's statements had already stretched his imagination to the limit.
"Do you realize your guilt!" Soron said coldly, his tone extremely serious and authoritative.
The White Robed Staff shuddered, lowered his head, subconsciously wanting to kneel and confess. But just as his knees bent, he suddenly stopped because he thought of something.
Would confessing now even help?
His identity had been completely exposed, and there was no chance of recovery.
He either had to die or escape. There was no remedy for regret, or perhaps he should just follow through...
