Wu Yange's target was seated on her throne feigning bravery but she felt the fear creeping up on her from deep within. Wu Yange was extremely terrifying with a stern icy gaze that made her blood run cold. She hadn't seen him in a couple of years and the change was apparent, this wasn't a little boy she could trample over anymore.
"Where is he?" spoke Wu Yange with a blue flame dancing on his fingertips his gaze set on his mother. Zhao Huang and his family were also in the main hall hoping to finally get justice.
