Yu Yan looked at that familiar face, yet she felt an unparalleled sense of strangeness.
It was the face of the man who had saved her from a fiery pit, shielded her from the storms, raised her, and had been like a father and a teacher to her.
To Yu Yan, he was someone she could entrust her life to, someone whose mere word, even if it meant sacrificing her own life, would be enough for her.
Yu Yan had thought that this person could never deceive her, that he would always be her support. But now, seeing him, Yu Yan already knew that he was no longer the man she had imagined.
The man who should have been dead was now standing here, and everything was clear.
"Master, why?" Yu Yan, surprisingly, was not angry, but just calmly looked at him and asked.
"The Yu Family needs a successor, and the Sinister Path needs a leader. Lang Ya is not up to the task, so I chose you," the man said indifferently.
"Why?" Yu Yan still repeated these three words.