Forget it, forget it. His thoughts are a mess right now, better to head back and find Third Young Master.
Returning to the hotel where they were staying, Third Young Master Jun had also come back. He stood on the balcony bathed in sunlight, gazing at the distant sky. His expression was calm, a wine glass in hand, filled with crimson liquid that shimmered with a ghostly radiance.
An atmosphere of solemnity permeated the air, almost resembling the sacred aura of a cathedral, making one feel reverent.
Lie Feng suddenly understood—Third Young Master was waiting for him, waiting for his answer.
A storm of emotions surged within him as he recalled the events of the past, and at last, he made his decision.
"Have you chosen your stance?"
Third Young Master Jun's commanding voice, like metal striking stone, pierced Lie Feng's ears, yet he didn't turn around.
