Above the Zhao Mansion, Qin Ya hovered, clad in white robes. His expression was impassive, his eyes holding a biting, wintry chill. He gazed down at the Zhao Mansion, now enveloped by a Defensive Array. A slight, cold smirk touched his lips. "So, you've activated your Clan Protection Array? Zhao Family, are you feeling guilty? But it won't help you escape!"
At that moment, a white-haired old man advanced through the air. Peering through the light barrier, he stared at Qin Ya. A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes, but his expression quickly turned grim and cold. His voice was laced with a chilling tone as he demanded, "Qin Ya, what have you come to the Zhao Family for!"
"To take the lives of those who deserve to die!"
Qin Ya's tone was icy. He recognized the old man before him. It was one of the Lords of Influence who had been trapped within the Heaven-Trapping Array, and he was also the Patriarch of the Zhao Family!
"'Those who deserve to die?' What arrogance!"
