In the Punishment Hall of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect, Head of the Inner Affairs Hall Zhu Ling had his hands clasped behind his back, pacing back and forth non-stop in the great hall, his expression blank, hardly betraying much anger or pain.
However, the bluish knuckles from his tightly clenched hands subtly indicated Zhu Ling's pain and anger; he simply had many years of experience in high positions where he did not let his emotions show.
"Jio Commander, is there still no news?" With a hint of dawn breaking in the east, Zhu Ling grew anxious.
Grand Commander Jio Yuanxiu's face revealed a touch of embarrassment, "Nothing for the moment."
"Can we send more people?"
