Within a single breath's time, Huan Lianhua, matriarch of the Huan Clan and wife of Yu Changming, appeared in the room.
The lingering pressure of that suffocating killing intent was still felt in the air.
Yu Zimo, drenched in cold sweat, stiffened the moment she arrived. Maybe something big really happened.
His mind spun.
'Who in all the heavens provoked the Patriarch? He never… never reveals his killing intent.'
Reading the shift in atmosphere, Yu Zimo bowed deeply. Without a word, he ushered Little Blue out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Silence fell.
Lianhua's silvery white hair, tied neatly in a bun, shimmered faintly. Her voice, though soft and melodious, carried the sharpness of one who saw through all pretense.
"What happened for you to release such intent, Changming?"
Her words pierced straight through.
Yu Changming turned from the window, his gaze meeting her.
"I sensed it," he said.
"The talisman I gave to Xuan… was used."
