Fang Chen was stunned by what Fang Yuan had just said.
He rose to his feet, trembling slightly, and started toward Fang Yuan who was already about to leave.
But before he could take more than two steps, a slender figure blocked his path.
Lin Zhaoyue.
Her gaze was calm, her poise effortless, yet her presence weighed on him like a mountain.
"Uncle Chen," she said lightly, her lips curving into a faint smile, "wait. What do you want?"
"I need to speak with my nephew." Fang Chen forced his voice steady, his jaw tightening as he took another step forward. "Step aside."
The smile on Lin Zhaoyue's face deepened, but her eyes… her eyes sharpened like blades.
"Here, let's play a game, if you move, you can go."
Before Fang Chen could answer, her sleeve flicked ever so slightly.
In the next instant, his entire body froze where he stood.
His muscles strained, golden core Qi roaring within him as he tried to break free but it was useless.
