Ye Qingzi and Ye Wansheng, through their masks, fixed their eyes on Zhu Chao with intensity.
To them, Teacher Ying Rong was like a father, and the thought that the person who betrayed and entrapped their mentor, now sitting high and mighty, appearing righteous at the highest spot among the four-sided seat, basked in the admiration and respect of countless others filled them with an urge to kill him right there!
"Zhu Chao!" Ye Qingzi's eyes turned icy, her hand resting on the stone table trembling slightly!
For years, the siblings had lived incognito, under the shadow of Soul Covenant, all due to Zhu Chao. Now, with their enemy before them, how could their emotions remain calm.
"Qingzi..." Ye Wansheng held Ye Qingzi's hand.
Ye Qingzi was becoming more and more incapable of controlling her emotions, and Ye Wansheng was indeed worried that her hatred would affect her performance in the competition of Spirit Art.