Chu Xisheng felt an endless chill sprouting from within his chest and abdomen, spreading to his four limbs and hundred bones, rendering his limbs ice-cold.
Infinite hatred gnawed at his heart, igniting his soul and causing his Divine Thought to experience stabbing pains like the cuts of a knife.
Chu Xisheng recognized the man below wearing the First Grade Duke apparel, with a moon-shaped seal on his forehead—a middle-aged scholar.
Even if the man turned to ash, he would recognize him!
It was this very man who personally buried him in Qin Muge's coffin, who hammered the Soul Suppressing Nails into the casket.
—That was the current Duke Wei, Left Assistant Minister of Criminal Justice, Chu Rulai!
Chu Xisheng's breathing was heavy, veins on his body protruding fiercely, his fingernails deeply digging into his flesh.
The First Grade Duke below seemed to sense something, looking up as if searching for something.
