No—!" Before Wang Yurou's scream could fully escape, the female cultivator had already raised her hand and waved. A flash of purple light, and Wang Yurou's hands were severed at the wrists. Blood gushed forth. She let out an agonized scream and fainted. Suppressed gasps and sobs filled the hall, but no one dared cry out loud, fearing they would be next. "Take her away." The female cultivator waved dismissively, as if shooing away a fly. Two Wang family servants trembled as they stepped forward and dragged the unconscious Wang Yurou out, leaving a glaring trail of blood on the floor. "Anyone else object?" The female cultivator surveyed the room, her gaze sharp as a blade. Everyone bowed their heads deeply, not daring to meet her eyes. But the boy was still unsatisfied. He walked over to a young woman kneeling nearby. It was Wang Jing, Wang Mingde's granddaughter, who had just started university and was home for the summer to help out. She was pretty ...