Although Huangfu Qingyun's expression had not changed at all, sharp observers would notice that the aura he exuded had intensified. Who was he? He was one of the most powerful young masters among the younger generation in Donglin City, with overwhelming influence. To say without exaggeration, a single stomp of his foot, and the whole Donglin City would tremble. Being in such a position, he naturally had his pride and dignity. A single word could offend him.
If he became angry, the sky over Donglin City would change. Facing such a powerful person, everyone could only harbor a sense of fear.
Beneath the seemingly calm Donglin City, dark clouds were always gathering. Bloody incidents occurred from time to time. Even the extinction of major families overnight was not rare. Under this prosperous land of Donglin City, who knew how much blood had been soaked and how many skeletons had been buried?
