Yun Lei hadn't known Quan Sheshou for long. The first time the two had met was when he had gone to the armoury of the Quans to seek a good bow for himself. However, he could tell from the get go that the old man was not someone who was afraid of showing his emotions. From annoyance to amusement, some form of emotion always remained on his face; he frowned or laughed whenever he felt like it.
However, at that moment, despite seeing his son lying on the ground in a pool of blood; despite corpses of several members of his family littering the estate centre, there was no emotion on the old man's face. There were not even the slightest of indications that what was happening bothered him at all. In fact, if he wasn't breathing, it would have been easy to mistake him for a statue.
