Ni Chuan's heart leaped. He had actually wanted to let Ni Bin vent his frustrations. Otherwise, bottling up that resentment would cause a major breakdown sooner or later.
But he never expected the boy would dare to end it by roaring at the Bronze Ancient King.
He quickly began to explain, "Ancient King, the boy is simply overcome with rage. Please, do not lower yourself to his level."
The Bronze Ancient King's gaze was lowered, his voice still calm and detached as he unexpectedly replied, "Unfair? So what?"
In that instant, Ni Bin, who had been consumed by anger, resentment, and sorrow, felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. All his emotions transformed into a bone-chilling cold, and his eyes suddenly became clear.
Su Chen's heart jolted. 'Tch...'
