"Don't be afraid. I'm back!"
The calm voice was so familiar, like a winter sun, bringing a profound sense of warmth.
Young Master Yeban, who had thought his death was certain, snapped his eyes open, a look of wild joy filling them.
His heart was filled with inexpressible frustration and grievances, but upon seeing that familiar back, Young Master Yeban took a deep breath. "Little Chenxi and I were both wounded by this old bastard. You tell me what you're going to do about it."
Hong Yu's expression was impassive.
How could he not have noticed the injuries on Young Master Yeban and Little Chenxi?
His eyes were like torches ignited with Divine Fire, blazing with a cold, thunderous fury.
His gaze, as sharp as a blade's edge, locked onto Blood Wen, who was suspended in the air. His calm voice, however, carried the brutality and immense confidence of a raging storm. "Don't worry. However he hurt you, I'll make him pay it back a hundredfold!"
