In the vast hall, there were only two people. The one below spoke in a sinister tone, "Young Master, that formula is definitely inside the wooden box! This is your last chance! If that girl leaves, she will absolutely never return!"
"But she's my own niece!" The man on the throne seemed to hesitate.
"Those two were your brother and sister-in-law, Young Master!" The man below was completely shrouded in a black robe, his face obscured. His voice alone was enough to give one a sinister feeling.
"Don't bring that up!" The man on the throne flew into a rage. "If it wasn't for you, they never would have died! I never wanted to kill my own brother!"
