"Spare me, I won't dare to do it again." Seraphina endured the immense humiliation and cursed fate as she spoke the words with clenched teeth.
"Hmph… It's very hard to be my young master's slave," Iris chuckled coldly.
"Young master," Iris piped up, putting away a simple compass from her hand, "according to the emperor's guidance, there's something we need to retrieve in the east."
"The original Stone Text?" the young man asked, brow furrowed.
"I don't know exactly what it is, but it's always best to follow the emperor's guidance," Iris replied confidently.
"Very well, we shall head there," the young man nodded decisively.
Then, with a sharp glance toward Seraphina, he sneered, "You trash, follow us!"
"Yes, young master," Iris responded promptly.
"Trash," the young man suddenly spoke with biting coldness, "you are not worthy to call me young master. Call me master!"
