His eyes gleamed with a fierce determination, calculating a deadly conspiracy.
Xie Zhichuan let out a cold laugh, a laugh that was particularly sinister in the fog. His eyes glimmered with a venomous light as he said, "I reckon we ought to set numerous traps for them in Bozhou. Isn't Shi Feiyang too confident in his martial arts skills and extensive connections? We'll gradually strip him of his support, leaving him isolated and helpless. The people we sent before were either uncovered by him or defeated disastrously. This time, we must make him taste our power!" The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile.
