Huayu Rong's legs were both broken, and his Inner Core was shattered by him. But out of fear for Huayu Ting, he still struggled futilely, crawling backward in vain, trying to escape Huayu Ting's assault.
Huayu Ting watched Huayu Rong's actions coldly, his eyes deadened, devoid of any brilliance, as if the man in front of him had no relation to himself at all.
He had never considered these people as family, thus naturally, he felt no empathy towards them.
At the same time, the family that he had hardly built was being destroyed by these people for all sorts of sanctimonious reasons, filling him with immense anger.
"Demons aren't people, so who counts as people, you idiots?" Huayu Ting slowly followed behind Huayu Rong, speaking to himself.
"Why, the family I barely built up, you destroyed it recklessly with your hypocritical reasons. Yun Er was his own grandson, yet he struck without hesitation. Why, I cannot understand, didn't he feel even a shred of heartache?"
