C40 Xie Dongyang Confessed in front of Pei Junlin..

In the hushed expanse of the hall, the thudding of the elder's kowtows resounded with stark clarity.

The floor, crafted from unyielding marble, bore witness to his devotion. Just a few prostrations, and the old man's forehead was already a raw crimson.

Yet Pei Junlin, seated with an air of detachment, seemed oblivious to the spectacle. His gaze lowered, he sipped his tea in serene silence