A breeze blew through the ruins, ruffling sleeves and gradually stirring up a killing intent.
Other people might not be able to sense it, but Prince Chen Liu could clearly perceive it.
He stared into Daoist Siyuan's eyes and clearly enunciated each of his words. "Chen Changsheng will not kill me."
Huai Shu stared blankly at him before understanding what he meant. She subconsciously wanted to stop this, but she realized that her senior sister had not said anything.
Huai Ren was looking toward the southern part of the capital, lost in thought and paying no attention to what was about to occur.
At this moment, a dagger happened to appear outside the reception hall, breaking that breeze and that possibility.
By the time Daoist Siyuan looked over, the dagger had returned to its owner's sleeve.
Hu Thirty-Two had finished searching the estate.
Daoist Siyuan expressionlessly said, "At times, mercy is idiocy."
