Polly was a violent and twisted person. He had been that way from a very young age. This was basically no secret in noble circles. Over the years, he had done many things even worse than what lay before them!
But he was not reckless. On the contrary, he was very clever and knew perfectly well that stepping into that position would not come without a price.
Take that little girl from the Mist Walker Family, for example. Although she was doted on at home, the Mist Walker Family was not a first-rate clan among the Starry Sky nobles. Though the girl was a direct descendant, she was not even one of the family's main cultivation targets.
So even if he killed her and was exposed, he would not have to pay much of a price. No matter how much they doted on that girl, the Mist Walker Family could only swallow their anger and take back the corpse he had mutilated beyond recognition...
As for those passersby hanging in the forest, they mattered even less. Among those who could attend the ceremony only through an invitation from a family member, was there anyone he could not afford to offend?
He had not actually planned to cause too much trouble today. After all, this was Tyrande's priest ceremony, and among the many people he could not afford to offend, that fellow was one of the most notable.
Yet he had never expected that merely venting his frustrations in a corner would make him kick an iron plate!!
That was right...
Polly put away his earlier mocking smile and glanced around with a solemn expression. This was one incredibly hard iron plate!
At some point, the ancient trees around them had come alive. Their thick trunks twisted and enclosed the area,