Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventeen
Long Xiaoshan's eyes narrowed as he sat on the rosewood chair that symbolized the Situ Family's power and status, surveying the members of the Situ Family below.
Situ Mingde stood there, trembling.
His health was already poor, and after kneeling for such a long time, his complexion looked like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
However, Long Xiaoshan didn't have a shred of pity.
He knew that this old man, nearly at death's door, was definitely not as frail and pitiable as he appeared.
At least half of his act was feigned.
Even if Situ Mingde's act was convincing, how could it escape his eyes?
This old man, who had controlled the Situ Family for decades and brought them from a second-rate clan to one of the top five noble families in Xichuan, was absolutely a ruthless predator.
If anyone truly considered him a pitiable old man, they would be gravely mistaken.
But Long Xiaoshan did not care.
