Jiang Dali's face broke into a mocking, disdainful smile as he spoke with hands clasped behind his back.
"Since you're already kneeling, why not do so with a bit more sincerity? Don't you even want to lower yourself further when begging for mercy?"
"I beg Master Jiang to forgive me; I realize my mistake."
The swordsman serving as a guest elder didn't hesitate to fall to his knees with a thud.
He even buried his head very low.
This was clearly a person who could both hold his ground and let go with grace.
Such individuals usually live long and are quite fearsome.
Another person struggled with their expression, but still followed suit, falling to their knees and pleading in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Dali said indifferently, "You know you've made a mistake? What did you do wrong?"