"What are you so afraid of?"

It was nothing short of a verbal execution, a blow aimed at the spirit itself. The moment the words landed, He Zhenghao broke out in a cold sweat.

"I harbor absolutely no disloyal thoughts, Sir, please see the truth!" he declared at once.

"Think thrice before acting, and watch yourself." Li Fan gave a cold snort, and his phantom form shattered, vanishing without a trace.

A long moment passed before He Zhenghao dared straighten his hunched body.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a slow breath. Then, remembering that his daughter was standing right beside him, he caught himself and coughed once, composure restored.

Fortunately, He Xinxin hadn't noticed her father's distress. She pressed a hand to her own chest and exclaimed,...