C183 Sharp stab wound(part i)

Deep runes flowed from the bridge of the nose all the way to the corner of his mouth, revealing his merciless and dignified power. This added a bit of coldness to the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yue Chanjuan was kneeling at his feet. He liked this feeling, the feeling of having everyone's fate in his hands, the power to decide whatever he wanted to do