"Master," Old Ping nervously addressed, his voice quivering with apprehension, afraid that Xia Wei would be angered or disturbed by his question. The past few days had left an indelible mark on his memory, etching the horrifying deeds he had witnessed his young master commit.
Though Xia Wei possessed a strikingly elegant appearance, draped in a pristine white Hanfu and adorned with flawless features, Old Ping couldn't shake off the feeling that his young master concealed a monstrous nature within.
'Even Old Wi and Old Ai were not spared,' he thought, recollecting the aftermath of the bloodline oppression and the sight of Old Wi, drenched in blood for a minor transgression. The transformation his master had undergone was an immense upheaval!
