Lin Feng toyed with the Moon Drinking Knife, the bloodstains on its blade glinting a dark red under the dim light.

His gaze finally settled on Liu Qingqing, who was slumped on the ground.

This woman, who had just been mocking Lin Feng while cozily leaning against Zhao Ritian, was now trembling like a leaf.

"Big, big brother... no, my lord! Grandpa!"