"Ling Tianhan." Luo Qingtong's expression was indifferent.
Those eyes, like the Qingshui Spring with strands of blood mist floating within, were now layered with a deep shade of crimson.
But soon, Luo Qingtong suppressed it.
No, within the Holy Institute, I can't kill recklessly!
Luo Qingtong repressed the bloodthirsty thought rising in her heart.
She beckoned Ling Tianhan to her side.
"How did he ruin your right hand? Do it again! I guarantee, his hand will never recover!"
With Luo Qingtong's status speaking such words, Ling Tianhan naturally had no doubt.
He walked towards Liu Long.
While the latter, desperately struggled once Luo Qingtong's words rang out.
His method of breaking Ling Tianhan's right hand was extremely cruel.
Back then, to prevent the Ling Family from rivaling the Tianyu Royal Family and threatening their rule, Ling Tianhan's hand was crippled in an extremely tragic manner.
