"Although I didn't articulate the rest, you should know what I was trying to convey."
"In any case, Wang Ye hates me deeply. If I were to meet Wang Ye face to face, I fear his first impulse upon seeing me would be to smash me to death right there."
When Zhao Han spoke, his expression was one of helplessness, mixed with some of the fear he felt when facing Wang Ye.
His acting was so vivid that it seemed he had forgotten all about the times he had jovially conversed with Wang Ye.
The heads of the other four great families, upon hearing Zhao Han's words, exchanged looks, their expressions equally helpless.
They knew that there was animosity between Zhao Han and Wang Ye.
But by this point, other than having Zhao Han take action himself, they could find no other way to resolve the current situation.
For a moment, the expressions on the faces of the other four family heads conveyed a desolate feeling, knowing full well the consequences of provoking a Third Grade Martial Warrior.
