As if afraid Feng Jinchuan wasn't angry enough, Song Wanning continued, "My, my. To think something like this would happen in the famously united Feng Family. It's truly been an eye-opening experience."
"It seems your words as Clan Leader don't carry much weight."
She shot Feng Jinchuan a sidelong glance, her face a mask of schadenfreude. "Tell me, when they're truly desperate, do you think they'll drag you, their Clan Leader, out to use as a shield?"
"And after you worked so hard, planning everything for them. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Song Wanning's words were sharper than any blade, piercing Feng Jinchuan's heart with stifled fury.
Human nature was a complex thing. Even he couldn't guarantee it wouldn't happen.
His expression darkened, but he remained silent. His mind raced, imagining a thousand ways to slice Song Wanning to ribbons as he turned his grim attention back to the red mist.
During their brief exchange, another elder fell victim to the mist.
