Han Yuchen lowered his eyes, concealing the cold glint within them.
To Feng Xiaotian and the others, they were nothing more than expendable materials in Xue Beng's eyes.
Once they had been used, they would be tossed into the trash heap.
"Your Highness, I'm a little tired." Han Yuchen closed his eyes, making it clear that he wanted him gone.
"Then get some proper rest. Imperial Father said he'll give you the best compensation."
Xue Qinghe had no desire to stay any longer either. Once he confirmed that Han Yuchen was truly "crippled," he left, satisfied with the result.
The ward door closed.
The footsteps faded away.
Bone Douluo casually set up a soundproof barrier of Soul Power.
Han Yuchen, lying on the bed, instantly opened his eyes. Where was there even a trace of weakness left on his face?
He casually wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth and sat up, his gaze frighteningly clear.
"With acting like that, it'd be a waste of talent if I didn't win an Oscar."
Bone Douluo rolled his eyes, found a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.
"Can't be helped. Such is my miserable fate."
Han Yuchen shrugged and took a bite from the apple on the table.
"Xue Beng got away cleanly this time. It seems the power behind him runs even deeper than we imagined."
Ning Fengzhi's grief vanished from his face as he frowned tightly.
"The aura on that 'Number One' who turned into a monster was strange. It wasn't purely that of an Evil Spirit Master, nor was it a Soul Beast. It was more like some kind of... contaminated energy."
"It's shadow."
Han Yuchen chewed his apple, his tone calm but carrying an icy edge.
"A force purer and more disgusting than Evil