Long Huan's face was a mixture of shock, horror, and fury. He was simply speechless to say what he wanted to see. All he could do was stare at the place where the man's body had exploded and turned to dust.
How easily had that man died, and that too while he was about to do the right thing?
Long Huan slowly turned his face toward his father, who now stood right in front of him with not a single emotion for the man who had just died. He did not even feel sadness for losing a subordinate or remorse for killing someone who wasn't even fighting anyone.
He stared into the eyes of his callous man and felt his shock subside as the hateful emotions took over slowly.
How long had it been since he had come face to face with this man before him? Long Huan remembered the last time he had been alone with him was when he was asked to return the Ivory sword.
