The main hall of the Yuan Family has been passed down for two thousand years, ancient and heavy, filled with a sense of history.
Even the tables and chairs have developed a patina from extended use.
The dragon head armrest on the patriarch's chair is particularly polished and glossy. Yuan Ansheng often likes to sit on the main seat and stroke the dragon head armrest when he has nothing to do.
Whenever he does this, he always feels especially satisfied.
Now, however, Yuan Ansheng feels a chill all over. He thinks he might be the first person to die on the family's main seat.
The hall, due to secrecy requirements, has guards positioned outside. Even if he were to call out, it would take some time for the people outside to come in.
With Blood Shadow's skills, even if he had a hundred lives, they would all be taken.
Yuan Ansheng forced himself to calm down, "Are you Blood Shadow?"
"It's me."
