Fourth Room Head—Shen Juefeng.
Upon hearing the word "kill," Shen Hanyi abruptly turned her head, eyes full of disbelief at this decision.
Shen Juefeng walked closer slowly, his figure somewhat swaying, yet not due to drunkenness, but long-weariness.
His calloused hand gently brushed over the spirit tablet, as if touching a fragile dream.
"Father has failed you both..." His Adam's apple moved, voice hoarse and deep, "And failed you especially."
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly at Shen Hanyi.
"All these years, I've pretended to be oblivious, I've yielded, I've considered the bonds of blood, even appearing indifferent to you siblings..."
"But what about them?" His voice suddenly turned cold and harsh, "They're insatiable!"
"Since they care nothing for civility—" A cold smile tugged at his lips, eyes filled with a murderous chill, "Then, kill."
Shen Hanyi remained silent for a long while, ultimately nodding: "Alright."
