The Chen Yang of five years ago and the present Chen Yang were as different as heaven and earth.
In five years, enough time for a child to grow into a completely different being.
"A delusion?"
Long Shenfeng's thick, sword-like eyebrows moved slightly.
Shortly after, he averted his gaze, thinking he might be overly suspicious - perhaps that person was really just a passerby.
He was here to attend an important banquet today; there was no need to waste too much time on a stranger.
...
"Bang!"
Chen Yang arrived at the bathroom, punching the sink's mirror with his fist.
He looked at his reflection, his eyes blood red, emitting endless hatred and killing aura.
The Long Family's power was immense; openly defeating the Long Family was too difficult.
But merely defeating Long Shenfeng to avenge the digging of graves was not too hard.
After much thought, Chen Yang silently made a decision before he returned to the private room.
