Wang Chen was completely unaware of the tectonic upheavals unfolding at the center of the universe. At this moment, his attention was fixed on something far more immediate—and far more irritating.
"Hmm… where are Rong Lua and Young Master Yun…?"
His voice was calm, but a faint crease had already formed between his brows. This question had been gnawing at him ever since he set foot in Ancient Sword City. His disciple had been driven to the brink, bloodied and cornered, yet the two people he had personally assigned to safeguard him were nowhere to be seen.
That was not a small oversight.
That was negligence.
And Wang Chen did not tolerate negligence.
After Ying Yue's death, Lin Huang looked like a completely different person. The restrained, solemn smile he usually wore had vanished without a trace. In its place was an unguarded, almost carefree grin—light, relaxed, and strangely liberating. It was a smile Wang Chen had never seen on his disciple's face before.
