After a long moment, he forcibly suppressed his surging rage. The terrifying aura around him slowly receded, but his gaze only grew more sinister and cold.
"I am... aware of this matter."
Tu Baichuan's voice had returned to its usual calm, yet it was somehow more unsettling than before.
"You are dismissed."
As if granted a pardon, Zhao Kun hurriedly bowed and retreated, not daring to stay a moment longer.
Once again, Tu Baichuan was alone in the Quiet Chamber.
He slowly leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes, his face twisting in the shadows.
"Fang Han..."
He muttered to himself, his voice like the hiss of a venomous snake.
'I'll let you be arrogant for a little while longer... The moment you show a weakness will be the day you regret everything!'
Outside, the sky had darkened. Dark clouds were gathering, and the faint rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon, heralding an approaching storm.
