Somewhere else, a man was lying on a white sheet of a bed, his face fragile and delicate if he was beaten and worn.
The room was filled with disciples and elders who were looking at the sleeping disciple on the bed with a hidden frown.
One of them—Elder Zhen spoke up, "What happened?"
The man on the bed was Xue Rui. He was knocked out, his face was burned, and the rest of his body was injured to a degree as if he had survived a bloody war.
The man, who wore a black cloak, spoke up from the wall, his head bowed down in respect and his tone formal and cold, "I'm not certain, I heard noises in the prison when a loud bang occurred. I thought something happened, so I went and—"
The man turned his head to the burned face on the bed. "Well, this happened."
The other elders in the room had flat expressions and cold gazes, "Of course, these criminals can't be trusted and are far too dangerous. Didn't I mention they need to be dealt with or they will get too arrogant in the future?!"
