Chapter 1592: Kneel Down

Filbert was a middle-aged man with a full head of white hair and a commanding presence. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his black robe exuded an air of authority. His furrowed brows gave him a look of mastery and confidence. Behind him, his disciples stood tall, their rugged hands clearly showing the calluses of years of intensive training. "Harvee, I'm here to discuss the details of the Martial arts grand event," Filbert began as he entered the private room. But he stopped mid-sentence,...