A Renowned Master, A Brilliant Disciple

The atmosphere in the Ling Residence was extremely depressing. Everyone felt tense.

Madam Ling stroked Ling Sheng’s face lightly as her tears continuously flowed down her cheeks. Earlier today, there was an assassination attempt on her son, causing him to be severely injured and falling into a coma from which he had yet to wake. Subsequently, on the same day, her husband’s right arm was chopped off, similarly rendering him in a comatose state.

Her world collapsed just like this.

She heard footsteps behind her. The butler stood at the doorstep with a worried look on his face. He was about to say something, but then hesitated.

"Spit it out, what more bad news do you have for me?" Madam Ling regained her composure.

"The namelist that we submitted for Master’s Glory has been declined by the Elders Guild," the butler bowed and reported the news.

"All right, excuse yourself. I need some time to calm myself down," Madam Ling said plainly.