There were countless questions swirling in Li Zhiyan's mind, each more shocking than the last.
Ever since she had begun serving Lin Feng, she had believed she understood at least a fragment of his capabilities.
But today, every word he spoke and every secret he revealed seemed to shatter that fragile understanding.
Still, she did not interrupt.
This was not the time. Nor was it her place.
So she lowered her eyes respectfully and remained silent, committing every word to memory.
"So what?" Lin Feng said calmly. "Yuyan crippled only those who deserved it. That's nothing unusual in this day and age. They're fortunate she didn't kill them. If it were me, I would have crippled every last one of them and made them all eunuchs. And that would still not be enough to make them pay for the many atrocities they did. Every debt has its creditor, every grievance has its source. Blood may dry, but the ledger of the soul never fades."
