Shen Conghai and Wei Yingze's matter wasn't considered significant.
Both of their strengths were insignificant, no lives had been lost, nor had they broken too many things. A lesson was all that was needed.
Especially for Wei Yingze, who was young in age and had a good attitude towards correction. Han Zheng didn't even know what to teach him.
In contrast, Shen Conghai was somewhat oblivious to his own good fortune.
"Han Zheng, you dog and lackey of the Demon Cleansing Bureau, what right do you have to manage me? Even if I killed that boy, the Tiangang Sect could bear the responsibility!"
Han Zhen's face revealed a trace of coldness as he strode over to Shen Conghai.
With each step, the aura emanating from his body grew stronger.
That powerful presence even made Shen Conghai feel as though he was about to suffocate, rendering him unable to utter a single word!
Only now did he realize just how large the gap between himself and Han Zheng was!
