Wen Renche's gaze, to Shi Wei, was an enormous provocation, making him want nothing more than to carve out those phoenix-like eyes with a knife.
When Wen Renche was half-dead, Shi Wei would crush him underfoot, looking down on him with the arrogance of conquering the world.
Wen Renche disregarded the blatant emotions Shi Wei displayed on the surface and turned away, walking two steps back.
He grasped a corner of the wallpaper printed with a sky full of stars and yanked downward: "And what about this?"
"Rip—"
A faint sound of tearing echoed.
The wallpaper split into two, drifting lightly to the ground.
The fully adorned wall revealed itself before Shi Wei, and each image was one he knew far too well.
The Shen Family's stolen Han Palace Spring Tour Painting, the Luo Family's stolen baby playing with Doucai porcelain, the Xiao Family's stolen Thousand Mountains and Hundred Tales...
