Xuan Long stood at the very edge of the cliff, his long hair whipping wildly in the cold wind.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, frozen like a statue.
Below him, the forest was a dark, endless sea of green, but he didn't see the trees. He only saw the mocking, bloody smile of the Lion King.
Shi Feng's words were repeating in his mind like a curse. Every time he tried to push them away, they came back louder.
"Do you really think you know everything about your own bloodline, snake?"
Xuan Long's chest tightened. In his entire life, he had been the strongest, the most cold-blooded, and the most certain.
But for the first time, he felt like a child lost in a storm. He felt conflicted, angry, and strangely afraid.
He had run away from the clearing not just because he was furious, but because he didn't know how to look at Su Qinglan while his heart was in such chaos.
