The memory alone made Rong Lua's scalp tighten.
Ancestor Yun's expression at the time had been darker than charcoal, his aura violent and oppressive. Even now, riding behind Young Master Yun, the old man's face remained grim, his eyes practically spewing fire every time they landed on that familiar back.
Just what sins did I commit in my past life… to be saddled with a junior like this?
Meanwhile, Young Master Yun rode ahead as if nothing had happened.
His expression was calm, almost indifferent.
To outsiders, his actions might have seemed impulsive, reckless—borderline insane. But in truth, he knew exactly what he was doing.
This was a gamble.
A desperate one—but also a golden opportunity he could not afford to miss.
