I unleash whatever I had been holding back. There were no massive explosions of light. No screaming transformations. Just a shift in the atmosphere. The air in the room instantly grew heavy, dropping like a lead weight.Around us, the flames of the burning candles bent sideways, pinned down by the sheer weight of my presence. Floating dust instantly sank to the floorboards. The thick wooden pillars of the residence began to creak and groan under an invisible force, and the ambient spiritual energy in the air hesitated, completely freezing in place.Lin Xue’er’s mocking smile slowly faded.For the very first time since I had met her, a flash of genuine discomfort crossed her features. She felt it. The burning, suffocating intent radiating off me. It was a pressure forged from absolute anger, deep pain, and every ounce of hatred I had held back since the violent collapse of my clan.I walked forward, my eyes locked onto hers."Yesterday..." I spoke, my voice dangerously low, letting t

The walk to Wei Jue’s private chambers was completely unhindered. I pulled my Qi back into the deepest depths of my core, walking past the outer guards like a ghost passing through a graveyard.Bypassing the guards at the door I pushed into his private study without alerting anyone and found him exactly where I expected.Wei Jue was sitting alone at his grand desk, quietly reading through a stack of scrolls. When he noticed my presence, he didn’t panic. He didn't even reach for a weapon.He simply… looked up.Silence settled between us. For several long moments… Neither of us spoke.Then, a tiny, knowing smile touched the corners of his lips."You’re alive."It was a classic Wei Jue response. There was no shock, no burst of emotion. He expected so much after all. "You're alive," he repeated.I didn't answer. I walked further into the room, the soft thud of my boots was the only sound breaking the quiet.Wei Jue studied me, his eyes scanning my posture. "The reports from my men said y

Han Jun's death was a mystery and now that mystery is pulling the greatest weight. The question lingered between us. Han Ruo didn’t answer immediately. He stared at the tea spreading across the floor where the broken cup had fallen.Finally, he spoke.“…I don’t know.”I frowned. “You don’t know?”He took a slow breath, adjusting his sleeves. "At the time, I was stationed at the northern frontier, protecting our borders against a foreign invasion.” His voice was calm, like a general giving a report. “Then, one morning, a messenger arrived.”His eyes grew distant.“He carried a letter bearing my father’s seal. There were only a few words written inside.”He looked at me.“‘Your brother is dead.” The room fell silent. “Attached to it was an order. My father instructed me to return immediately.”“I obeyed.” His fingers rested lightly against the table.“When I got back home. The funeral had already taken place.”He paused, exhaling slowly. “I didn’t see his body. I wasn’t told how he d