Zhan Se's mind was completely split in two at this moment.
Two different thought processes were fiercely at war, but regardless of which type it was, they both stubbornly decided that she must first clarify her boundaries with this man. The child she once bore, her sister, her father, her 'biological mother'? All the chaos had to be resolved today.
Otherwise, if she continued to both love and hate him, it wouldn't be him who'd crumble, but her, who had already nearly fallen apart.
Thinking this, Zhan Se exerted force with her hand, and her inner cosmos erupted.
"I said stop messing around!"
A low growl, carrying her anger, suddenly generated a tremendous pushing force.
By sheer coincidence, the spot she exerted force on was right on Emperor Quan's left arm, which had suffered a gunshot wound.
