C239 Being Targeted

"Stupid!" To think that he was beaten to a pulp by a mere Demon Cultivator! "It almost ruined my plans!"

In the northwest corner of the imperial palace, in a secluded room that was shrouded in smoke, a voice filled with reprimand came from the tightly shut door.

Daoist Master Mirror was kneeling on a prayer mat with his hands on his knees. He was half-bent, his head bowed