Watching Qin Yang get into the passenger seat and close the door, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world, Shangguan Wan turned her head slightly, her beautiful face showing a hint of worry that she could not hide.
Her voice was soft, with a gentleness unique to women, and she spoke cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing Qin Yang's thoughts at that moment.
"husband……"
She called softly, her tone tinged with hesitation and concern.
"The Sun family..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already quite clear.
Killing an ordinary member of the Sun family and crushing the Sun family's pillar of strength, a Great Saint Realm ancestor, are two completely different things.
The death of Sun Wu Hui was nothing short of a cataclysmic event for the powerful Sun family!
What kind of reaction will the Sun family make next? It will be absolutely earth-shattering and a fight to the death!
Although she had almost blind trust in Qin Yang, she still instinctively felt a heavy pressure because it concerned the entire Sun family, a behemoth with a history spanning countless years and profound heritage.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yang turned his head.
His gaze remained calm, but that cold indifference softened slightly when it met Shangguan Wan's worried eyes.
He did not answer immediately.
Instead, he raised his hand, the hand that had just crushed the throat bone of the Great Sage and erased all traces of his existence, now appeared unusually clean and warm.
His movements were gentle and soothing as he softly stroked Shangguan Wan's long, smooth hair.
The sensation of fingertips gliding through strands of hair is delicate and realistic.
Shangguan Wan was slightly taken aback, and her body involuntarily relaxed a little as she felt the warmth and strength from his palm.
Then, she heard Qin Yang speak with a calm yet absolutely confident tone, and a smile.
That smile was faint, yet it seemed to possess the power to dispel all gloom.
"fine."
He said his voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear, carrying an undeniable certainty.
"I'll handle it."
Six simple words, without much explanation or detailed plan.
But when Qin Yang said it, it seemed to contain a kind of magical power that made his words come true.
It was a powerful self-confidence that came from the very core of one's being, an absolute control that regarded all the heroes of the world as nothing.
It was as if no matter how powerful the enemy or how complex the situation, they were nothing more than minor troubles that he could resolve with a wave of his hand.
Shangguan Wan looked into Qin Yang's eyes.
Those eyes were so deep they seemed to contain the stars and the sea, and at that moment they clearly reflected her figure and the confident light that gave her peace of mind.
She could clearly sense that when Qin Yang said those words, there was no reluctance or hesitation whatsoever, only absolute confidence.
That powerful aura of confidence was so real and so infectious.
It was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly injected into her heart.
The worries, anxieties, and burdens that had been weighing on her mind melted away like ice and snow under the sun after she met Qin Yang's confident gaze and words.
yes.
This man is Qin Yang.
He is the man who can always create miracles and turn the rotten into the magical.
Since he said he's fine, then he must be fine.
Since he said he could handle it, then he must be able to handle it properly.
Shangguan Wan's heart was completely at ease.
She nodded, a relieved smile appearing on her lips. All the worry in her eyes faded away, leaving only complete trust and reliance.
"Um."
She responded softly and asked no further questions.
Seeing this, Qin Yang smiled, withdrew his hand, and started the car.
The black sedan, like a ghost, silently drove away from this desolate place where a tremendous upheaval had just occurred, yet which had strangely returned to peace.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was warm and peaceful.
It was as if the shocking massacre that had just taken place was merely an insignificant interlude.
...
Time always slips away unnoticed, like sand through your fingers.
As the night sky over Haicheng is once again replaced by the dawn's light, it slowly sinks into the tranquility of dusk.
A day has passed in a flash.
Twenty-four hours have passed since Sun Wuhui, the patriarch of the Sun family in the capital, a renowned Great Saint Realm expert, was wiped away like dust.
The capital city.
The Sun family's old house.
This ancient mansion, which has weathered centuries of storms and witnessed the rise and glory of the Sun family, is now shrouded in an unprecedented atmosphere of oppression and heaviness.
The night was already deep.
However, the main hall of the house remained brightly lit.
The bright lights, however, brought no warmth whatsoever; instead, they made everyone's faces in the hall appear exceptionally gloomy and unpleasant.
In the main seat of the spacious main hall sat a middle-aged man with a dignified face, dressed in a dark gold Tang suit.
He is Sun Neng, the current head of the Sun family.
At this moment, the head of the Sun family, who usually controls vast resources and whose every word and action can stir up a storm, is tightly pursing his lips, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and his eyes are dark and unpredictable, like dark clouds brewing a storm.
His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the mahogany armrest beside him, making a soft "tap, tap, tap" sound that was particularly clear and unsettling in the deathly silent hall.
To his left stood a young man with a slightly pale face and eyes full of anxiety and unease.
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