Am I missing something fundamental…?
Lost in thought, Rong Lua began re-examining everything he had taken for granted.
Wang Chen, however, spared him no further attention. His gaze had already shifted—calm, heavy, and impossible to ignore—toward Young Master Yun.
Now, Wang Chen thought, what are you going to say?
The moment Wang Chen's eyes settled on Young Master Yun, tension rippled through the hall. From the sidelines, Ancestor Yun's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. He had the urge to interrupt, to say something—anything—but ultimately stopped himself.
After all, how could he not understand what might be going through the younger generation's mind?
Even if Young Master Yun was loyal to the family… in front of an existence like Wang Chen, who could guarantee he wouldn't harbor personal ambitions?
Ancestor Yun clenched his hands behind his back and waited.
