In the backyard of the Lin Family, the atmosphere seemed frozen to the extreme, so tense that a single thread could snap at any moment.
The lingering rays of the setting sun spilled over the bluestone-paved path, yet they failed to dispel the murderous intent permeating the air.
Lin Zhenshan stood in the center of the courtyard. His figure appeared exceptionally tall under the reflection of the setting sun, his eyes wide with fury, and his fists clenched so tightly as if he intended to turn his boundless rage into substance and crush the very air before him.
Chapter 22