Luo Changping had actually been holding in her anger the whole time.
The sight of her nephew Luo Zuchen dying still lingered before her eyes even now.
The scene of Shen Han thrusting his sword was even clearer in her mind.
What made her feel most powerless was how she had spewed all kinds of vicious threats at the time.
Yet no matter how harsh, how ferocious she had become,
Shen Han had not listened or cared at all, the longsword in his hand had simply pierced straight through Luo Zuchen's body.
He had even stabbed one more time whenever she spoke one more sentence.
At that moment, the candles in the main hall were flickering.
Luo Changping had already walked up to Shen Ye.
"Zuchen had often praised you in front of me, said how exceptionally outstanding you were, how extraordinary your talent was,
but looking at you now, compared to that cousin of yours, you were far behind."
