Zheng Fan couldn't understand what this meant, but he truly felt an inexplicable sense of dread.
The Yan Emperor's light tone and indifferent attitude were like an abyss; just looking into it made his heart race.
Ji Chengjue had once said how incredibly ruthless his father was. Zheng Fan hadn't thought much of it before. After all, an emperor, if not a bit ruthless, how could he call himself the lone and supreme ruler?
But facing him in person, Zheng Fan realized whoever ended up with such a father probably had no childhood to speak of.
"Chief Zheng, it is time for you to take your leave," Wei Zhonghe whispered to Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan recovered his senses and immediately said, "Your servant takes his leave."
