Chen Jing's body started to heat up, his skin reddened, the blood inside him seemed to boil, wisps of white smoke seeped from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, the whole person like a volcano about to erupt.
When the heavy stone of family affection was shattered, the violence rooted in his bloodline was completely unleashed.
The fire of revenge made him lost his reason, now it was he who actively called upon and amplified this power within him.
Li Zhiyuan stood beside him, watching him calmly.
He hadn't interacted with this young Taoist before, the job had been handed over to Tan Wenbin these past few days, and therefore, what he was worried about now wasn't anything else but whether the young Taoist could control this force, it's okay to be angry, but don't lose your mind over it.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Tan Wenbin's heart at this moment was much more complicated, looking at Chen Jing before him, there was a hint of care in his eyes.
