Xi Lan, upon hearing Liao Dieyu's thoughtless response, could hardly believe it—annihilating Duan Yanran's clan? How could such words even be spoken?
Whose descendant is Duan Yanran?
To speak without giving it a second thought—such reckless words—only invites ruin, and she wouldn't even realize what disaster she's brought upon herself.
Zhang Qichao's fists were already clenched tightly, his rage barely contained. He wished he could flay her alive and tear her tendons out. No, not just her—he wanted to do the same to the entire Yuwen Clan.
"Yuwen Clan Leader, do you share the same opinion?" Xi Lan asked, forcibly suppressing the fury in her heart.
"What do you think?" Yuwen Sen, consumed by anger, had no grasp of the gravity of his words.
His meaning was clear—he agreed with such an action.
"Yuwen Clan Leader, let me ask you a question," Xi Lan said, straining to keep her anger at bay. "Whose descendant is Duan Yanran?"
