His voice was sharp, like a barbed arrow, ricocheting back and forth through the manor, startling the birds perched on the branches into a frantic beating of wings as they shot into the sky and scattered in all directions.
In an instant, the entire Mingjian Manor was like a tranquil lake suddenly hurled with a boulder, boiling completely over.
Everyone bent their heads together, whispering and debating, the expressions on their faces gradually shifting from initial shock to naked greed.
The greed buried in human nature was like a powder keg being lit, erupting in a heartbeat. In the blink of an eye, blades and sword-shadows flashed; people drew knives and swords, hefted halberds and axes, that flickering cold light like scattered stars, yet filled with lethal killing intent.
