Jin Qianqiu let out a cold snort, clearly dissatisfied with his son's lack of thoroughness.
"After all, they are people of the Feather Clan."
Jin Wuji understood these words, his eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed, and he said, "Father, rest assured, your son will not be merciful."
He had no feelings for Yun Luocai, it was just a commercial marriage.
There are countless women in this world, and as the Saint Heir of the Golden Winged Roc Clan, what kind of woman could he not get?
This despicable woman dared to betray me; she deserves to die.
"Clan Leader Jin, there's no need to be angry. The Feather Clan's days are numbered. Even if they really escaped, it saves us the trouble."
Beside him, a man of similar age to Jin Qianqiu stood and spoke.
He had very proper features, but his eyes were too small, giving him the appearance of a very scheming person.
This person was Liang Butong, the Family Head of the Liang Family, a formidable figure on par with Jin Qianqiu.
