Zhou Ping'an's gaze carried a mix of three parts sorrow, five parts chilliness, and two parts murderous intent.
There was no anger.
Throughout the Lin Family, as long as he spoke, naturally no one would disobey, and the emotion of anger was basically absent from his heart.
What to do with children who did not listen?
He had already provided the answer.
Above his head, the blood rain intensified, a cold sun slowly rose, its light growing brighter, his heart growing colder.
The onlookers who stealthily glanced this way felt an unbearable icy discomfort in their bodies after just a few glimpses, as if their blood were about to freeze...
At the spot where Lin Zhongde stood, the ground within thirty feet and the roof tiles were quietly covered with a layer of white frost.
Without even making a move, simply with a stirring of his heart, an immense authority was exerted, the power of Heaven-Man Sensitivity fully exhibited.