Despite his sinister aura, the sight of him could easily make an observer lose their mind, like a siren's hypnotic voice at sea. Bai Qingyue's looks were lethal enough to destroy a person and possess them entirely.
Luckily, the observer this time was none other than his father, and as such was immune to the charm that he also owned.
Bai Zhang itched to scold his son, yet he kept calm. He clasped his hands behind his back, and kept his tone casual as he spoke.
"Oh? Did your change of plan include stripping all my disciples of their robes in the marketplace? Or was it to shave all their heads?"
Bai Qingyue sneered in the arrogant manner only befitting a noble lord.
"I let them off easy in consideration for you, 'Father'. Otherwise, I would have already ended their miserable little lives," he said, still sneering. His words were chillingly cold, the temperature dropping along with his mood.
