Looking at the courtyard house turned to ruins before him, Chen Yang felt a sourness in his heart.
The courtyard house was the only inheritance left to him by his grandfather, and now, there was nothing left.
Even the old bicycle known as "28 Bars" had been destroyed during the previous battle, buried under the rubble, with only part of its broken handlebar showing.
Standing quietly in front of the courtyard house, Chen Yang watched it for an entire day.
His mind was flooded with various memories of times spent with his grandfather there.
"Blood Clan, you've destroyed my home, caused my junior sister to go missing, I must make you pay the price."
As the sun set in the west, a cold look flashed in Chen Yang's eyes as he turned and walked away.
Everyone followed him, and Su Zining asked, "Chen Yang, are we going to rebuild the courtyard house?"
"No need, even if we rebuilt it, it wouldn't be the same courtyard house anymore."
Chen Yang shook his head.
