"Dad, Hao'er... he..." A middle-aged man, Qi Hao's father Qi Yuan, had bloodshot eyes. He clutched his fists, staring at the nearby coffin, unable to bring himself to approach.
Qi Zhentian said nothing, his face an impassive mask. He walked step-by-step toward the coffin and ordered indifferently, "Clear the room! If anyone dares to breathe a word of what happened today, I will cut out their tongue!"
Several key members of the Qi Family promptly complied, moving toward the surrounding guests.
At their warning, the terrified crowd nodded and hurried away. As for what they had witnessed, the secret would die with them.
This wasn't just about the Qi Family; it also involved the Martial Association. How could they dare to gossip recklessly?
Standing before the coffin, Qi Zhentian looked at Qi Hao's cold, stiff body. His eyes were about to burst with rage, and he ground his teeth so hard they nearly shattered. "If I do not avenge this, I swear I am no man!"
