Wen Zhongyuan had sustained tremendous injury, and no matter what his standing was, being betrayed by the woman he deeply loved, and as a result, personally killing his own grandfather was something he couldn't accept. Even though his relationship with Wen Dingmo wasn't good, the man was still someone of the same bloodline. Such an event was more than anyone could bear.
Therefore, Wen Zhongyuan had gone mad, his eyes were blood-red, and his whole body emitted a fierce and wicked aura of darkness. The spies by his side, feeling this oppressive atmosphere, stood with their body hair standing on end and were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a sound.
"Mu Caisang... Tang Ye... Heh, treating me like a clown for your amusement, huh?" Wen Zhongyuan hummed darkly, his blood-red eyes devoid of any warmth or mercy.
