Pfft!
Jiang Hongyuan felt as if he had been hit heavily, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the ground, his gaze scattered, lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The fear that penetrated to the bone and the immense shock of having his secret thoroughly exposed left him completely speechless.
Jiang Ying straightened up, no longer looking at Jiang Hongyuan, who was lying on the ground like a heap of mud.
Instead, she slowly turned around, casting her gaze toward the figure still standing firmly at the frontline, covered in blood.
Jiang Chengyue, and the dozens of equally battle-scarred comrades behind him.
The ice on her face instantly melted, turning into a warmth and sincere approval.
"Well done."
The voice was gentle, yet it entered the ears of every warrior who had survived the bloodshed, clearly.
Jiang Chengyue and his brothers, seeing the gentle gaze of the Family Head, were filled with mixed emotions.
Excitement, grievance, relief...
