When they saw the fragments in Su Han's palm, everyone's expressions changed slightly over at the Ming Surname Faction.
They've thoroughly seen through Su Han's shrewdness by now.
"Su Han, what trick are you pulling?!"
Mu Hui walked out angrily from the side, glaring at Su Han, "What can these few broken crystal shards possibly represent?"
"Who is this?"
Su Han looked around as if he didn't know Mu Hui, then said, "Does anyone know him? This is the Hall of Punishment. In my heart, the majesty of the Hall of Punishment stands very high and is definitely not a place for loud noises. Why does this person dare to shout here in front of Hall Master Ming? Does no one care?"
"Scoundrel!!"
Mu Hui's face turned red with anger, and his eyes were bulging out, full of undisguised killing intent with an impulse to attack Su Han.
"Really no one cares?"
