Upheaval in the Northern Lands

Wang Xifeng's voice was brimming with hatred. Shen Ling and Shen Qiu were flesh of her flesh, fallen from her own body, yet they had been bullied so cruelly. How could she possibly endure it?

Zhang Chen looked at Wang Xifeng. Listening to the condition she proposed, he shook his head and refused without the slightest hesitation. "Impossible!"

Zhang Gaoqiu might have been detestable, but he was now half an Imperial Son-in-Law of the Great Victory Dynasty. Zhang Chen could not risk being hunted by the Great Victory Dynasty's three Twelfth-Order Mysteries just to kill Zhang Gaoqiu.

Dragging his own family down for Shen Ling's sake was not Zhang Chen's style.

Upon hearing Zhang Chen's refusal, Wang Xifeng looked at him expressionlessly. Her eyes were filled with resolve, with not the slightest intention of yielding.

Zhang Chen likewise looked at Wang Xifeng without expression. He had no intention of backing down either. All he wanted now was to lie low and build up his strength; he did not want to stir up any trouble detrimental to himself.

"I want Shen Ling and Shen Qiu alive. That isn't too much to ask, is it?" After a long while, Wang Xifeng took another step back and said to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen did not say whether he agreed or not. Instead, his gaze fell on Wang Xifeng's belly. "Get rid of it!"

"So long as Shen Ling lives safely, I naturally won't cause you any trouble." Wang Xifeng turned and climbed into the carriage. The driver, clad in a bamboo hat and straw raincoat, urged the carriage away, leaving only Wang Xifeng's voice to carry through the rain.

"Zhang Chen, don't forget what I said."

Qi circulated in Zhang Chen's hand, and the rain around him rippled continuously, gradually turning into Ice