Wang Zinian's face grew increasingly pale, especially when Su Chen's gaze fell upon him.
Even though Su Chen's gaze was so calm, without a hint of murderous intent, for some reason, Wang Zinian felt as if his mind was being torn apart and crushed into powder. His entire body became bone-chillingly cold to the extreme, and he couldn't feel his physical body at all.
It was the elder next to Wang Zinian who suddenly nudged him: "Young... Young Master, shouldn't... shouldn't... shouldn't you apologize?"
Wang Zinian's thoughts rushed back, and he nearly cried as he said, "It was my foul mouth. Please, forgive me, a petty man for my mistakes. Please, consider my words as mere barking. I... I..."
