Now he was not a mountain lord, he was not a cultivator school teacher, he was not a powerful sword master, he was just a nobody. His own disciple cut it all off for him, including his arms and legs. Now Shen Jiu was nothing more than a stick man who existed for the entertainment of the current emperor. Disgusting.

Hearing the creak of the door opening into the dark room, Shen Jiu raised his head, wanting to see who had entered. It was you. His face was distorted either from anger and hatred, or from the sudden light that appeared. What the hell do you want from him?