"I didn't expect it, Jian Wushuang, you truly are unparalleled. It seems everything earlier was just a misunderstanding!" Shi San stepped forward as the peacemaker.
Seeing their ancestor arrive, Shi Tian quickly cried for help, "Ancestor, save me!"
Facing death, the fear coursing through him made him tremble.
Shi San's appearance was his lifeline, something he naturally clung to.
To Shi Tian, Shi San was a lifeline, but to Jian Wushuang, he was nothing.
Even if the Emperor himself came today, Jian Wushuang would still kill Shi Tian.
Hearing Shi San's words, he nearly laughed, his gaze icy as he stared at him, mocking, "Have your eyesight gotten so bad that you can't even recognize your own grandfather?"
He showed no mercy, it was clear to him that the old man had recognized him earlier, yet still allowed Shi Tian to attack, likely under orders.
And now he was pretending to be a good person?
He'd deal with him later.
