Wen Fengyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression unusually cold, as the distant cries and pleas for mercy from the Wen Family were like sharp arrows, piercing the sky and coming wave after wave.
However, these voices filled with despair and pain failed to stir any emotion on Wen Fengyuan's face, not even the slightest hint of reaction.
Wen Fengyuan's eyes were calm and unmoving, as if those Wen Family members being slaughtered unilaterally by the Profound Bird Guard
were nothing more than insignificant dust to him, unconnected to him.
Wen Fengyuan had long been prepared in his heart, ever since he pledged allegiance to those two great families and used the harm to Princess Xingyue as his proof of loyalty.
From then on, the Wen Family was left with only two outcomes.
Either to rise to great heights, transcend the mundane, and join the ranks of the Eight Great Families,
