Yun Changqing remained silent, his gaze coldly scrutinizing Yun Baixuan in front of him. In truth, both father and son's feelings were the same; though they were father and son, they felt like strangers to each other.
At this moment, there was no sense of blood relation between them.
Yun Changqing kept quiet, naturally Yun Baixuan dared not speak either, and could only stand stiffly. His heart was in turmoil; from the looks of it, his father hadn't summoned him just to talk about restoring his freedom. The scent of blood drifting through the main hall made him particularly uneasy.
What Yun Baixuan didn't know was that what would happen next would chill his blood.
"Follow me inside."
Suddenly, Yun Changqing turned and walked away.
Yun Baixuan was stunned for a moment, then hurried to follow.
The father and son entered the main hall one after the other.
