"He's got guts, I'll give him that. Who else would dare threaten Zhao Wutian and Li Jianhong like this?"
"Tch, guts? More like insanity. But what can one say, this is what Zhao-Li Clan was planning first, Bai Zihan just reversed it."
"But it will not work. Li Jianhong didn't even blink when his own son was killed. What's a nephew to him?"
"It definitely seems like this war is not going to end up any soon!"
…
The onlooker discussed as they eagerly watched what was going to happen next.
Zhao Jian, still looking at him, narrowed his eyes.
But Zhao Wutian didn't meet his gaze.
Instead, he looked straight ahead, composed, unreadable.
"Damn you…"
Zhao Jian muttered under his breath, fury simmering beneath his otherwise calm expression.
Normally, he would support whatever decision the Clan Leader made—but this time, it involved the life of his dear daughter. How could he just accept it?
Li Jianhong, meanwhile, remained as impassive as stone.
