Meanwhile, in the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, thousands of miles away.
As one of the most prestigious families in the Great Xia Kingdom, the Sun family's mansion is located in the heart of the capital, in an area where land is extremely valuable.
The mansion covers a vast area, with pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted rafters, perfectly blending ancient and modern elements, silently showcasing the family's long history and profound heritage.
At this moment, the most central reception room of the Sun family mansion was brightly lit, as bright as day.
But in stark contrast to this bright environment was the oppressive, almost suffocating atmosphere inside the hall.
Two people were sitting at the priceless rosewood table.
At the head of the table sat a dignified middle-aged man dressed in a dark gold Tang suit. He was none other than Sun Neng, the current head of the Sun family. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, his eyes sharp, yet he could not conceal a barely perceptible anxiety deep within. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the black jade thumb ring on his thumb, a symbol of his status as the family head, at a much faster pace than usual.
Opposite him sat a young man who bore a striking resemblance to him, but appeared more youthful and spirited. This was his son, Sun Yu, a rising star among the younger generation of the Sun family.
Sun Yu appeared even more anxious and restless than his father. He could hardly sit still in his chair; it was as if he had nails stuck to his bottom. He would stand up every now and then and pace back and forth in the spacious living room, his gaze repeatedly falling on the heavy, solid mahogany door, which at this moment seemed particularly unsettling.
Time passed by, second by second.
The antique clock hanging on the wall had already quietly passed midnight.
In the quiet living room, only the monotonous and clear ticking of the clock and Sun Yu's slightly hurried footsteps could be heard.
Finally, as if he could no longer bear the agonizing wait, Sun Yu abruptly stopped, looked at his father, and his voice betrayed a barely concealed panic:
"Father, how much time has passed? Logically speaking, with the strength of Ancestor Wujun, even if he wanted to grind Qin Yang to dust, it shouldn't have taken this long, right? How come... how come there hasn't been a single piece of news sent back yet?"
His voice sounded somewhat abrupt in the empty living room, breaking the oppressive tranquility.
Sun Neng raised his eyelids, his sharp gaze sweeping over his son, and said in a deep voice, his tone deliberately calm:
"What's the panic? Just wait patiently."
Although he said that, his hand rubbing the ring paused slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.
Sun Yu licked his dry lips, his worry deepening. "But Father, I still feel uneasy. That Qin Yang... I've heard he's no simple character; even the Martial Alliance's men suffered greatly at his hands. What about Ancestor Wujun... could he...?"
He didn't finish his sentence, but the unspoken meaning was clear enough.
He was worried that something might have happened to the patriarch who held a prestigious and powerful position in the Sun family.
"shut up!"
Sun Neng slammed his hand on the table with a loud thud, interrupting his son. His face was grim, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes, though it seemed more like he was trying to mask the fear that was also growing within him.
"Stop talking nonsense! You're boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing our own!"
He shouted sternly, his voice echoing in the living room:
"What is the cultivation level of Ancestor Wujun? He is at the peak of the Great Saint Realm! He is only one step away from entering the legendary Saint King Realm! Looking at the entire Great Xia Dynasty, and even the surrounding major domains, how many people can be his match?"
"That Qin Yang is just a wild kid who popped out of who-knows-where. Even if he's had some lucky encounters and has some tricks up his sleeve, does he think he can turn the world upside down?"
Sun Neng's voice was resolute, as if he were convincing himself, or as if he were dispelling the ominous premonition that permeated the air.
"With Ancestor Wujun personally taking action, capturing this boy would be a piece of cake! Perhaps the boy is too cunning, requiring more effort, or perhaps the Ancestor is interrogating him to uncover his secrets. In any case, there's absolutely no way anything could go wrong!"
He paused, picked up the teacup beside him, wanting to take a sip to moisten his throat and calm his mind. However, when his fingers touched the warm cup, he realized that his fingertips were trembling almost imperceptibly.
This caused the unease in his heart to grow and spread even more wildly, like vines.
Could it be... that something unexpected is really going to happen?
No, impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Sun forced down his distracting thoughts and concealed the slight tremor in his heart, then calmly brought the teacup to his lips.
A suffocating silence fell over the living room once again.
After being scolded by his father, Sun Yu dared not say another word, but the anxiety on his face did not diminish at all. He stood there, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes still fixed on the direction of the door, as if trying to see through the heavy door panel.
Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.
Every second of waiting felt like torture.
The ticking of the antique clock on the wall sounded particularly jarring to the father and son, like a death knell striking their taut heartstrings again and again.
The teacup in Sun Neng's hand had gone cold, but he was completely unaware of it. He simply maintained that posture, his eyes somewhat unfocused, lost in thought.
Just as this oppressive atmosphere was about to reach its peak, and even the air seemed to freeze—
"Bang!!"
A loud, panicked slamming sound suddenly rang out!
The heavy mahogany door, which normally required two servants to push open slowly, now seemed to be hit hard from the outside by a tremendous force, groaning under the strain, and the entire door frame was trembling violently!
Immediately afterwards, a series of extremely rapid, chaotic, and even scrambling footsteps rushed toward the living room from afar!
Sun Neng and Sun Yu were startled and jumped up from their seats almost simultaneously, their expressions changing drastically as they turned to look in the direction from which the sound came!
Who is it?
Who dares to be so insolent in the Sun family mansion so late at night?!
Before they could react, a disheveled figure stumbled into the living room.
It was a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of the Sun family's internal security guards. He was usually calm and capable, but at this moment, his uniform was torn in several places, his face was bruised and swollen, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, one eye was so swollen that he could hardly open it, and his face was full of terror, as if he had just experienced something extremely terrible.
He didn't even have time to stand up straight. Because he was running too fast, he stumbled and fell with a "thud" onto the smooth marble floor.
But he seemed completely oblivious to the pain. He crawled forward a few steps, lifting his deathly pale face, filled with fear and despair, and looked at Sun Neng and Sun Yu. His voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, as he screamed breathlessly:
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