Wu Dao sat on the dragon throne, his hands gripping the black jade-carved dragon heads, his body shrouded in black from head to toe.
He watched Chu Yihan and Qin Muyan charge towards him, their momentum surging, without showing any superfluous expression, only his voice, already hoarse, sounded even more sinister, "Chu Yifeng, you dare to betray me."
Chu Yifeng hadn't charged to the front, yet Wu Dao mentioned him first.
He responded calmly, "That's right, I think this should have been within your expectations."
"Expected? Ha!" Wu Dao laughed coldly, "Just because I tested you a few years ago, so you hold a grudge against your teacher, me?"
He arranged for his "younger brother" to bring people to kill him today?
If Wu Dao hadn't been so nonchalant, Chu Yifeng might have thought he remembered those days of living worse than death incorrectly.
But certain memories are etched in the bones, intertwined with the soul.
