The shrill, tragic screams from the Chen Family Ancestral Mansion finally ceased after several minutes.
However, a ghastly aura of blood shot into the sky from the once solemn and dignified estate.
Just how many people had to be killed to create such a monstrous, bloody aura?
This level of ruthlessness was dumbfounding.
Whether Chen Shangwu was acting to uphold the justice of twenty-nine years past or had his eye on Chen Yang's talent, wanting to readmit this peerless genius into the Chen Family, his methods were undeniably shocking and chilling to the core.
A deathly stillness prevailed.
Only the blizzard roared like slashing knives.
GULP.
Chen Jinnan swallowed hard, walked over to Chen Yang, and tugged at his sleeve. "If not for him, Chen Hua couldn't have killed so many people in the Inner Court, nor would he have survived to this day."
His words were subtle, but the intention to dissuade was clear.
