Chen Ping's eyes were indifferent.
As the arrow left the bowstring, he also saw Cui Huchen, the old master of the Cui Family, sitting at the central position.
The master sat in the hall, unmoved by the eight winds.
Even when the elite private army from Xianggu County, sent by the Cui Family as guards, was nearly wiped out, his brows didn't even twitch.
The gentry and young scholars from Xianggu County, along with Cui Family descendants, were eliminated by Chen Ping one arrow at a time, yet he showed no sign of sorrow.
His face was simply as calm as water,
with eyes fixed on Chen Ping, without much emotion.
...
Chen Ping sneered inwardly.
He sometimes liked taking risks, preferred accomplishing everything in one move, choosing an unconventional path.
His manner seemed somewhat reckless.
In fact, Chen Ping himself knew that each time he struck, it was always with full confidence.
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Constantly keeping caution in his heart, wary of mishaps.
