C634 The Hall Master Has a Bad Temper
The disciple, chastened to the point of meekness, bowed his head and pleaded, "Please, Hall Master, calm your anger. Zhao Chulun is deviously clever, using a poison mist to disorient us, and that's how..."
"Useless, get out of my sight."
"Yes, Hall Master."
With no other choice, the disciple lay prostrate and rolled away inch by inch