Chen Yan led his men out of the courtyard, the ground littered with severed heads and bone ornaments strewn with feathers. Dozens of clan soldiers were moving heads into the courtyard. Chen Yan stepped over the bloodstains, wiped the blood off his left hand, and laughed,
"This man was lustful, actually having twenty-seven concubines and over a hundred female slaves. Despite years of severe drought, he still had so much grain..."
The Dili Family's soldiers on both sides didn't look very good. Chen Yan personally chopped the people in the courtyard into a heap, and even these men felt chilled to the bone. Naturally, no one dared to respond to him. Chen Yan raised his eyebrows and asked,
"Wasn't he supposed to be killed?"
"Certainly... of course he was!"
Dili Youjie responded, already seeing Chen Yan in a new light. He had thought him to be just a sullen youth, but now he realized he was someone with a cruel heart and a ruthless hand, so he silently became more cautious.
