"I already know about the incident," came the raspy, dissatisfied voice on the other end of the line.
Even through the phone, Ma Liu could feel the High Priest's murderous intent, sending a shiver down his spine. He hastily explained, "High Priest, I will definitely handle this matter well!"
"Hmph. Ma Liu, remember this: everything you have now was given to you by me, and I can take it back at any time!"
A cold sweat broke out on Ma Liu's skin. In the eyes of outsiders, he, Ma Liuye, was the king of Thunder Mountain, able to command the wind and rain at will. In the eyes of the High Priest, however, he was nothing more than a pitiful ant. If the High Priest was displeased, he could be crushed at any moment.
"High Priest, please rest assured. I will not let you down!" Ma Liu promised, standing up straight.
"You have three days. I want to see that person's corpse!"
