Mitch couldn't help but tighten the skull in his hand, and with a snap, it crumbled into pieces.

"What a sentence! I don't want to look too ugly! Kill my whole family, set fire to my home! One hundred and sixty-nine corpses in the house, all burned to ashes by you!"

"You all did so poorly, yet you still say you don't want to do it too poorly?"

Howard's heart was filled with fear. In that moment, all thoughts raced through his mind. He was shocked and horrified, wondering what exactly Mitch was. Was he a human or a ghost? If he was a human, then who was the corpse from all those years ago? If he was a ghost, how was he able to touch people and crush Rye's skull?

I racked my brains for a while, trying to figure out how to appease Mitch, this vile ghost. I wondered what I could do to make him willingly leave.

How to completely eliminate Mitch and prevent any future troubles...

He was filled with both shock and anger. Over the past ten years, Mitch's actions had prevented him from getting a peaceful night's sleep. Now, he finally saw his ghost... and felt that he was an unfilial disciple, tormenting them for so many years instead of reincarnating properly.

Mitch seemed to have insight into all of the thoughts of Howard.

He gave a bitter smile and stared at Howard, asking, "Why did you take me as your disciple back then?"

He should not have worshipped anyone as his master...

"It was you who said to cherish talent, to lament that my abilities were buried in the mundane world."

Mitch was not foolish, he could see that his mentor and his friends were sincere towards him.

But why did it change later? When did it change?

When he had poured out his heart and trusted them wholeheartedly.

They didn't know when they started plotting against him.

Howard was already very old, and after facing Mitch for a long time, he no longer had the initial fear.

He had a stern face and coldly said, "I took you as my disciple with the hope that you would assist Rye and help him, not to climb over Rye to advance yourself!"

Mitch squinted his eyes and said, "When did I step on Li Rye to get ahead?!"

Howard said shamelessly, "When you were 13 years old and unintentionally sang a poem during the Flower Festival, which became popular all over the world, when you suddenly showed your talent overnight and the whole city admired you! Did you ever think about Rye's feelings at that time?"

A disciple, a follower, just a servant of Waylon's Mansion!

How could he steal the limelight by surpassing his elder brother, just because he was loved and treated like a son?

Not to mention that he was not even a descendant who left home, but just a disciple!

Mitch chuckled, then quickly returned to calmness. The decade-long fire had already burned away his anger, transforming it into a profound hatred.

"He himself is incapable, yet he blames me?" Mitch sneered, with a hint of indifference.

"Master, I ask you, as I walked all the way to Dazai's position, did I borrow any power from you at the Waylon's Mansion?"

Howard wanted to say that he had borrowed it, definitely borrowed it. If it weren't for the Waylon's Mansion backing him up, how could a commoner like him possibly climb to such a high position?

But his mouth moved several times and he couldn't speak.

After Mitch became famous overnight, nobody knew his identity.

When Mitch prayed for the people, provided disaster relief, and controlled the weather, he used an alias.

Every major task he did, he did it with a different identity, never involving the Waylon's Mansion, nor taking advantage of the Waylon's Mansion.

Until he made a remarkable comeback and was discovered and promoted by His Majesty, he had no idea that the renowned Mr. Chang had been him all along.

He thought it was the Waylon's Mansion that protected Mitch, but in the end, he realized that it was Mitch who had been protecting the Waylon's Mansion all along.

"You should not have deceived us..." Howard finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "You kept everything from us, acting superior on your own. It was you who first held a guard against us, not treating us as close family..."

"Moreover, if you were really that capable, why would you need to become my disciple?"

Mitch laughed and said, "Hmm, yes. You're right."

He shouldn't, indeed he shouldn't.

He saw that he was honest and upright in his official position, serving the people and caring for the commoners. He saw his kindness and compassion towards the world... Because of his respect, he entered his door!

Misjudging people and blindly trusting them is something that should never have happened!

Mitch had never had any major accidents before, but this one fall ended up costing his entire family's lives.

Upon seeing Mitch confess, Howard immediately said, "So you should know that it was you who owed us! We raised you for over a decade, and you cannot do such a treacherous thing, even smashing your brother's skull..."

Mitch laughed sardonically, "Take care of me?"

He laughed and in the blink of an eye, he instantly approached in front of Howard!

"When have you ever taken care of me?"

He suddenly lifted Howard and slammed him heavily against the corridor pillar.

"My parents raised me! I never received a single ounce of silver from you in thirteen years!"

"Just because you are my mentor, does that give you the right to prioritize 'favor' over me?"

Mitch got angry and the chilling aura choked Howard's neck, throwing him into the wet and cold garden soil!

The icy eyes stared at the elderly person trembling in pain as they fell to the ground.

He respected him like a father...

When he was young and inexperienced, he taught others about the ways of the world and imparted upon them the virtues of generosity and wisdom.

But now, looking back, I couldn't tell which aspect of him was true and which aspect was false.

Howard's once gray hair was now disheveled, and a hint of confusion and panic could be seen in his cloudy eyes.

With concerns for future generations, there was also a hint of sadness and a plea.

How pitiful one can be!

Under the pitiful appearance, there was also a trace of cunning. Howard swiftly drew out the peach wood sword hidden beneath the flower bed and charged towards Mitch with all his might!

Mitch found it laughable and thought, "How scared must one be?"

Both inside and outside the house were filled with things to deal with him, even in the flower bed.

As the peach wood sword was about to pierce his chest, Mitch looked expressionless at Howard in front of him. With a raised hand, the peach wood sword swiftly turned and forcefully pinned Howard to a tall pillar!