Hua Family Gate…
The main hall of the Hua Family was engulfed in an oppressive silence. The grand chamber, adorned with golden pillars and intricate dragon carvings, usually radiated authority and power. But tonight, it bore witness to disgrace.
Hua Zhong, the patriarch of the Hua Family, sat on his elevated throne, his fingers gripping the armrest with bone-crushing force. His expression was dark, and his eyes burned with fury. A line of kneeling figures, the defeated Hua disciples, including Hua Jing, trembled before him. Their heads were bowed low, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Useless trash!" Hua Zhong roared, his voice echoing like thunder through the chamber. "A group of esteemed Hua family disciples went to a mere slave village and returned crawling like beaten dogs! Not only did you fail, but you brought shame upon my name! The Wei and Ping families are laughing at us right now!"
