C57 Divine Script the Wood Breakthrough

Outside Winterfell City, Zhao Ann leaned against a haystack, his arm soaked in blood. As he wiped it clean, he couldn't help but curse, "Idiots, the Han family gets dumber with each generation. That imbecile Han Dong is going to run through the family fortune in no time. So much for being the top family in Winterfell City—what a joke."

The thought alone soured his mood