Before the somber Spirit Hall, one person sat while two stood.
The one sitting was none other than Cao Shaqing. A cold killing intent was etched on his face, and his full head of silver hair bespoke his rage and sorrow.
The two standing were the Demon General and the Fire General. They stood there like two pillars—one black and one red. The atmosphere was oppressive.
Cao Shaqing gazed at the vast sea of mourners before him, contemplating his next move. He knew very well that while many had come to mourn today, just as many had come to watch the spectacle.
If he were to gamble everything on avenging his son, he could very well fail. The moment he failed, he stood to lose even more. Many of the people here were venomous snakes. Scorpions. Savage tigers. Packs of wolves! And hyenas, too!
