Luozhou.
Baoshan Prince's Mansion.
In a quiet underground passage, Zhong Zhengxiao stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His face was sharp and chiseled, as cold as iron, and a bone-chilling frost emanated from him, piercing deep into the hearts of all present.
The group of people standing around him subconsciously took a step back.
Among them, a beautiful woman in palace attire kept her head down, sobbing uncontrollably and muttering to herself.
RUMBLE~
Amidst the silence, a stone door a dozen meters to their right suddenly vibrated and slowly swung open.
WHOOSH!
A blast of energy, carried by a wave of heat, surged out from behind the door.
BUZZ~
A pleasant, humming vibration followed close behind.
"Who is it? Who?"
Seeing this, the woman in palace attire hurried over, her feet moving swiftly.
"Who is it? Who in the world killed my son!?"
