When a person's spirit—or, more precisely, their will—was powerful enough, a mere look could scare someone into breaking down, or even frighten them to death!
However, those with such powerful wills were almost always formidable Martial Path experts, possessed of extraordinary strength and unwavering resolve.
"That unfilial son is only at the eighth rank, so how can his will be this terrifying?!"
Huang Xunjiu was shocked and suspicious inside, but furious on the outside. His wife's shrill cries rang in his ears, fraying his nerves. With a cold snort, he rose and leapt to He Yunrou's side. He lightly tapped the back of her head, and she immediately fell silent, slumping limply to the ground and lying still.
"Why are you all standing there? Hurry up and take Madam back to rest!!!"
Seeing the servants still frozen in place, Huang Xunjiu swept his sleeve and barked at them.
"Yes, yes!"
The few elderly matrons who had come with He Yunrou hurriedly lifted her up and carried her out of the courtyard. They had arrived in a swagger, but they left in a panic.
The courtyard soon fell quiet again.
Huang Xunjiu was seething and about to berate Huang Tian—or even lay hands on him—when his gaze suddenly fell on the white jade pendant hanging at Huang Tian's waist. It was carved with intricate patterns and looked exceptionally smooth and lustrous.
"Why does this jade look so familiar?" Huang Xunjiu wondered, unease stirring within him.
A mid-third-rank martial artist like him had an excellent memory. He couldn't claim to remember everything at a glance, but he rarely forgot anything important. And that white jade gave him an unmistakable sense of familiarity...
"Your jade... It's Commander Bai's?!"
After racking his brain, Huang Xunjiu finally remembered where he had seen it.
Six years