"Are you satisfied now?"
Jiang Shanhe's face remained expressionless, his calm gaze fixed on Xiao Yi.
The blood-drenched severed arm lay in a pool of blood, its fingers still twitching slightly. Zhou Xin covered his bleeding shoulder, not even daring to let out a cry of pain.
Xiao Yi looked up at Jiang Shanhe and smiled, "What if I said I wasn't satisfied?"
"Hmm?"
Jiang Shanhe was taken aback, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He did not speak.
On the side, Yun Lei was already furiously indignant and rebuked, "Xiao Yi, don't push your luck! His Highness has already severed a limb of Deputy Zhou, what more do you want?"
"Are you talking to me?" Xiao Yi looked towards Yun Lei.
His gaze was very calm, like an ancient well, without a ripple.
But it was this calm look that struck Yun Lei like a bolt from the blue, turning his face abruptly pale, as if his throat was being choked, leaving him with a suffocating feeling.
