It's Still Eight!
The hall was vast, and yet it only had one throne that had a long bronze carpet that extended from the door all the way to the throne.
There was nothing else there, not a table, not a seat.
The kid who entered knelt the moment he arrived there, looked quite terrified as his body started to tremble since the moment he heard about the order to come here.
"Guanin… Did that damn porter kid attend the classes with you yet?" The old man who sat on the throne was no one else but Guo.
Since his thunderous meeting with Sang and William hours ago, his rage never died down even for a bit.
He kept tapping on the arms of his throne, thinking seriously about how to turn the life of that kid into a piece of hell.
"That William?" Guanin was the kid summoned here, "he didn't show himself yet."
"Didn't appear at the classes?!" Guo was surprised to hear that. He thought William started to regularly attend classes when he saw him at the Forging department.