"Do you know?"
"Do you know whom I hate the most?"
"It's not the people of Shui Country!"
"It's traitors!"
As soon as these words were uttered, Bai Zhancheng gave his own grandson, Bai Shaochen, a deep and complex look that carried both loathing and pity.
Sensing something was terribly wrong, Bai Shaochen tried to turn and flee, only to hear a slap.
Bai Zhancheng struck down hard with his palm on top of Bai Shaochen's crown.
"Pfft!"
Bai Shaochen immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. "Grandfather... Grandfather, I... I am your own flesh and blood, can... can you really bring yourself to do this?"
As he spoke, blood gushed from Bai Shaochen's mouth, ears, eyes, and nose, bleeding from all seven orifices.
"You conspired with people from Shui Country and became a traitor, hence, you are no longer my grandson, Bai Zhancheng!"
"In your next life, be a good person!"
Crack!
