The seventh step was steeped in an incredibly heavy atmosphere.
Min Tianliang's eyes were glued to Shi Xiaole, his aura churning like a volcano about to erupt, exceptionally restless. Below him, Min Yunshu appeared calm, but internally he was both anxious and worried, tormented by his inability to communicate silently, consumed by his own quiet desperation.
Under the scrutiny of multiple gazes and amidst a myriad of thoughts, Min Tianliang's chest heaved, but in the end, he did not act. After weighing his options, he couldn't risk it.
Seeing this, Min Yunshu sighed in relief, thinking to himself that a momentary show of power meant little, his son should understand the value of shame and bravery, and realize that biding time was truly wise.
However, as his gaze swept over Shi Xiaole clad in blue, a deep-seated intent to kill, along with a hint of mockery, flickered through Min Yunshu's eyes.
"Sigh!"
