บท 164: Tyrannical King

The people swallowed hard, a few tugging at the collar of their tops. It was suffocating in here, yet the air was colder than the North. What was scary about this scene was not the smack that rang throughout the room, but the strikingly tall, lean, and charismatic man blocking it.

Nothing was more terrifying than seeing his dangerous placid expression. It was hard to read his emotions when his eyes were so lifeless. Publicly displaying anger was one thing, but acting so calm was another. Looking at the man's ashen face while he held Zheng Tianyi's hand was like looking at Yama himself. The people could practically see the wispy ghosts swirling around the man as a heavy air of cruel death hanged around him.