His dignity as the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and his duty as a son—neither would permit it!
"Ke'Er, you…"
Lady Lan reached out, but failed to call back his resolute figure.
She finally slumped back into her chair, listening as the footsteps rapidly receded, eventually disappearing into the night outside.
Raising a hand, Lady Lan's fingertips gently traced the cool, butterfly-shaped mark on her arm as she let out a desolate sigh.
"What a wretched fate…"
If the backlash from the Simurgh Phoenix Jade Butterfly wasn't growing fiercer by the day, threatening the very foundation of her Dao path…
Why else would she be trapped in such an awkward, impossible position?
.....
Ouyang Ke stormed from the study, his chest filled with a rage and anxiety so intense he could barely think.
He strode swiftly along the covered walkway for a moment. Only when the night wind brushed against him did his muddled thoughts begin to clear.
