Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty-Four: The Letter

A breeze wafted through the room, and the figure clad in blue had vanished.

Xu Changge had left.

For someone who was not good with words, Xu Changge preferred to express himself through body language. Having to muster the patience to share these heartfelt thoughts with his third brother already made him feel uncomfortable all over.

But these were words his father would not articulate, nor would his uncle consider speaking; it was up to him, as the eldest brother, to relay them to Changtian.

Seated alone at a mahogany desk, Xu Yuan gazed at the sunlight that filtered through the open door and thought back to that rainy night in the ancient temple deep in the mountains.

He still remembered the lightning that cleaved the night sky, illuminating the courtyard, the ground washed by the rain littered with severed limbs, and the blood plasma that continuously oozed from them.

He also remembered almost being scared breathless by such gore at that moment.

But now...