The sword blade wrestled free from He Qing's swamp of spiritual power and now stood quietly at Luo Yuan's side, looking obedient and well-behaved.
Luo Yuan glanced over, naturally feeling extremely pleased with himself.
He was just reflecting on how he had realized the formidable nature of the sword blade somewhat late when his mind wandered, so he completely ignored the faint pity in He Qing's eyes.
Instead, it was Wu Shengsheng's gaze behind him that struck him like a thorn in his side, carving into him with a hatred as deep as the marrow. Even Liu Juan, the assistant he had supported since she was young, was looking at him as if she were looking at a monster.
——Of course, this was a monster.
During the height of his honeymoon bliss, he had not hesitated to bring unknown danger to his wife and unborn child, and for decades since, he had watched with his own eyes as the sword blade drained his wife's vitality...
