Bai Zihan smirked.
"Not exactly!"
He dropped onto the couch like it was his personal throne, crossing one leg over the other.
"I came back because I've decided to destroy a clan."
The room went dead silent.
Bai Tianheng blinked in surprise, not expecting such an answer.
And Bai Zihan was acting like he was saying he wanted to go on a stroll.
If it were an average person, they might've asked whether Bai Zihan had gone crazy.
"…Which one?"
But Bai Tianheng just asked which clan.
He figured it might be the Shen Clan—they were the ones who'd offended Bai Zihan, after all.
And destroying the Shen Clan wasn't exactly difficult... but it wasn't something you decided on over tea either.
If it was the Shen Clan, Bai Tianheng was already preparing to shut the idea down. It wasn't feasible.
"The Mei Clan," Bai Zihan said casually.
"…The Mei Clan?"
Bai Tianheng frowned. The name didn't even ring a bell.
