“No, no! What is this!? Father…!”

Bang –

The doors slammed shut, cutting off Lei Jinyun’s screams.

Lei Qianjun stood with his hands folded behind his back. As he looked up at the skies that were covered by the pitch black Heavenly Punishment Domain, he was silent like a sculpture.

The steward stood quietly to the side.

“I never thought that the first blood relation to betray me, the one that would replace the backlash of the witchcraft bug, would be my own son. Tell me, do you think that this is the karma I must endure after the endless slaughter I’ve committed throughout the years?”

The steward said, “If you didn’t kill, you would have died.”

Lei Qianjun sighed. “I see. If I didn’t kill I wouldn’t have lived until today, so I wasn’t wrong, right?”

The steward lowered his head, “You weren’t wrong.”

“If I wasn’t wrong then they were wrong. And those that committed wrongs must pay a price, no matter who they are.”

The steward hesitated for a moment and asked, “And the miss?”

Lei Qianjun shook his head, “Xiaoyu’s aura has vanished. It is beyond my range of sense. But I believe she hasn’t died…if Xiaoyu has survived, the spies activated by the imperial capital will surely rush over.”

He raised a hand and pointed a finger. The Heavenly Punishment Domain that covered...