Killing the River Witch was a difficult task, yet Er Hong liked a challenge, and he had succeeded as always.
It was precisely his act of killing the River Witch that had eliminated a thorn in the side for Master of Ten Thousand, making Master of Ten Thousand's actions begin to grow unscrupulous.
He had performed a great service, and no one else within the organization could reach his status, not even Madam Xue, who had raised him, and who now had to bow her head to him.
Yet he was truly dreaded by Master of Ten Thousand. In the past, Master of Ten Thousand viewed his rebellious intent like a child playing around, never taking it to heart.
And now, the moment Master of Ten Thousand realized he possessed the ability to overturn the table, the facade of their "benevolent father and filial son" could no longer be maintained.
Master of Ten Thousand was looking for an opportunity to eliminate him, and Er Hong knew it well; after all, he had hardly concealed his rebellious intentions.
In Er Hong's eyes, Master of Ten Thousand had always been so "worthless," like a dog guarding its food, regardless of closeness. As long as anyone threatened his dog bowl, he would snap at them until he bit the food-snatcher to death.
Er Hong did not voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, revolving around the topic of the night watchman, he said, "After the River Witch died, I had someone wear her skin and accompany Aran onto the stage."
"Master of Ten Thousand wanted the roster of rebels in Aran's hands, but I didn't care. Since the River Witch was dead anyway, it didn't matter if Aran's life was temporarily spared. I just wanted to see how Aran, under fear and anger, would perform