That One Look... (5)

The crimson-haired Su Ming threw his head back and laughed. His laughter was filled with madness along with the resentment he had accumulated over the course of countless years. It was a resentment that came from since he was in Dark Mountain, and right then, he had had allowed it to erupt for the first time.

The resentment in his outburst reverberated in the chamber, causing the figure with its back turned towards Su Ming to remain silent as he trembled slightly.

"Make it up to me? What are going to do to make it up to me? How are you going to make it up to me?!" Su Ming swung his arm with red filled eyes. When he turned around, ripples immediately appeared under his feet, and he took a step into the air.

"The fifth kiln where my mother is belongs to me. From now on, I will protect her. You… are unworthy!" With those words, he disappeared from the chamber with a bang.