Zhao Fan's voice was as light as a spring breeze, yet carried a weight that crushed the air itself.
"Even if you break all of these recording jade, the records shall forever remain within thousands, if not hundreds of thousands within my hand... Insignificant worm,"
How stupid can one's intelligence to able to think, others won't have a backup.
"Ggg..." Zhao Yung screamed, but the sound was not his own, It was as if every echo of his voice had been replaced with a laugh, mocking, and coldness.
He hated it as much as certain painter hated greedy goblins.
His limbs trembled with fear, blood boiling like a pool of lava.
Zhao Fan's words had struck not his flesh, but something deeper, something that made him shudder.
He felt the earth beneath him shake, not with his own power, but with the weight of a humiliation he could not comprehend.
