"The Crown Prince Di Lin's son?!"
Outside the Forest Guild, the enormous root system of the Iron Jade Forest—a symbol of peace and safety—was greedily drinking in the seeping blood lake like a demon. Yet compared to these roots, which dared only to drink in secret, the eight figures sitting, leaning, blade-wielding, or spear-bearing beneath the lush canopy looked far more demonic.
Leaning against a tree was Di Zhongan. His face still wore its trademark warm, sunny smile, but his eyes, sweeping across the blood lake, were chillingly cold, devoid of any warmth or mirth.
Chapter 313