"Senior Brother Chu, I already told them I was acting on your orders."
"But that Steward from the Pill Hall wouldn't listen to any explanation. He insisted I had broken the hall's rules and threw me out. He clearly has no respect for you, Senior Brother!"
Jiang He's voice held a sob as he furtively observed Chu Feng's reaction.
Chu Feng sat upright in the sandalwood chair at the head of the room, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. His expression was calm, but a shadow of gloom flickered deep in his eyes.
'That old fox of a Steward at the Pill Hall... I know him, of course. He's usually polite enough to me. For him to deal with Jiang He so decisively this time is certainly unexpected. On the surface, it looks like he's just disciplining an ordinary disciple, but in reality, it's a slap in my face. If I can't even protect someone who works for me, who will be willing to serve me in the future once word gets out?'
"I'm aware of the matter."
