Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 115

The way he saw it, Heather was the best of women and a goddess among men. With trillions of dollars to her name and the noble blood of the West in her veins, choosing her would be like choosing beauty, riches and status all at once. How could anyone measure up to the heights she had been to? Yun Muqing might be good-looking even by national standards, but ultimately she was just a commoner. Surely a man of sound mind—no, even an idiot would know who to pick, unlike Chu Feng. Heather, though, did not react and simply asked, “You mean I’m supposed to ruin his family?”

Old Henry said without missing a beat, “No, Miss Heather. What you desire should always be yours. It’s not that you’re ruining his family, it’s that this woman has no right to what you desire. Of course, if you don’t want to sully your hands, I can do it for you. I promise I will not leave a single trace.” He smiled delightedly, revelling in his supposed genius.

Unexpectedly, Heather sat and asked again, “Old Henry, how long have you served me?”

Old Henry quickly bowed in the Western way and looked at her with reverence, “Miss Heather, my family has served yours since my grandfather’s generation, for a total of 150 years. I, Old Henry, am honored to be your obedient servant.”

Heather stretched lazily and yawned. “150 years? How loyal of you. Alright, in consideration of this loyalty, I will spare you this time. If you ever harbor a single thought of betrayal against that Lord, don’t blame me when I take your life.” Heather shot Old Henry a glare that was as sharp and cold as a steel blade.

Old Henry shuddered and fell to his knees, “Never, never again. I beg your forgiveness.” In all his years of serving Heather, this was the first time he’d seen such a murderous aura emanate from her, and it terrified him to no end.

“Here’s another reminder for you—that man’s powerful enough to turn the Smith family to ash, and he cares about his family more than anything.” Heather shot him another apathetic glare, “Do use your brains and avoid offending him.”

When Old Henry recalled that fiery, casualty-ridden Holy War and the indiscriminate way in which the King of Hell, Lord Chu had cut down his enemies, he shuddered. Everyone in the underworld had feared for their own lives when Chu Feng had drenched the place in blood. How could a measly Smith family be compared to a bloodthirsty god of war like him?

Heather took one glance at him and said again, “That’s why you must be respectful the next time you see him.”

“Yes, of course. Understood.” Old Henry nodded furiously, his arrogance now replaced by fear and terror. “H-He’s legendary!”