Yue Mingxuan's eyes remained silent and frightening.
He resembled a dangerous beast poised to leap forward and tear Rong Zishen into pieces.
But right now, he was incapable of doing it.
If Shang Qinghua had not been there to assist him moments ago, Yue Mingxuan probably would not have been able to force Rong Zishen back at all.
In the worst possible scenario, Rong Zishen would have killed him.
Yue Mingxuan did not doubt that possibility in the slightest.
Rong Zishen had always been a terrifying person.
He never cared about the lives of those around him.
That was why, when he killed Rong Qinglei back then, he had done so with such complete indifference.
Yue Mingxuan merely stared fixedly at Rong Zishen's retreating figure.
It felt as though all the strength had been drained from his body.
In the next instant, he collapsed weakly.
There was no particular expression on his face.
There was no visible sorrow.
There was no visible grief.
