The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried a bone-chilling chill. It made Director Fan suddenly tremble!
What, burn all of this?!
He was all the more curious he was about what was written on the card.
Originally, the emperor's attitude wasn't like this. But after seeing the card, His Highness' entire person seemed to be shrouded in shadows, making people panic.
Just as Director Fan was daydreaming, he suddenly saw the emperor give him a cold glance.
Then, that pair of slender porcelain-white hands began to tear the card.
The young man tore it very elegantly, but his face was gloomy.
Soon, that light blue card fell like snowflakes, turning into pieces on the ground.
Director Fan looked at the young man in front of him, afraid that he would accidentally rub against the reversed scales.
