Han Yu's eyes met Hong Yaos, for a brief moment.
Neither spoke and neither moved, but something passed between them. It was not recognition... Not yet. But… There was a tension.
It was Faint.
Subtle.
Dangerous.
Han Yu lowered his gaze slightly, maintaining his role.
Calm.
Controlled.
Hidden.
But deep within…
He made a silent vow.
'This time… Things will be different.'
Still, Han Yu's mind was running at full speed, far faster than his calm exterior would ever betray. This was a situation he had not prepared for.
Not because it was impossible.
But because it was unpredictable.
Back at the inheritance grounds, everything had been chaotic. A battlefield of greed, blood, and fleeting opportunities. Faces had blurred, identities were hidden behind techniques, robes, and shifting environment.
While it was certain that Ju Fan had been there, and Hong Yao too, the depth of their interaction was unknown.
And that was the problem.
