Just as Yi Chen's anger surged, causing the hem of his Daoist robe to billow like a flag in the wind, a servant boy holding a yellow paper crane rushed in.
"Reporting to my lord, there's a secret message from Mo Yu, sent via crane. Please read it personally."
One minute later, Yi Chen's expression had returned to calm, yet it was cold and indifferent as if it were millennia-old glacial ice.
After summoning a servant boy to notify Qian Yueru to seek him at the Chen Family estate, his entire being transformed into a faint cyan streak and burst through the roof, streaking directly in the direction of the Chen Family estate.
Yi Chen had always been one to assume the worst of others, but he hadn't anticipated someone could be so vile and brutal.
Corroborating with the intelligence transmitted by Mo Yu's paper crane, he now had approximately sixty to seventy percent of the true situation outlined.
There were no others.
Inner treachery met by outer ghosts.