Rustle.
The rain continued to fall, washing away the bloodstains.
Whether it was the onlookers around, Mr. Qi, or Yuan Jing, all were trembling in fear, their pupils unfocused.
In Yuning Mountain, seeking swift revenge may be justified, but witnessing so many deaths with their own eyes was a first for them.
Especially Mr. Qi, who was trembling, full of regret.
Just moments ago, he had declared that Chen Yang was not worthy of Gu Zhiqing, urging him to abandon unrealistic fantasies, but witnessing this now...
With a thud, the middle-aged man who fantasized about trading Gu Zhiqing for his family's wealth collapsed to the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily.
Even as he witnessed his own son's death right before him, he dared not utter a word.
On the other side.
In response to Chen Yang's questioning, Chen Shuai, clad in a white robe, seemed slightly embarrassed, having barged in so abruptly.
