Requesting Recommendation Tickets
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The crystal wall of VIP Room No. 33 glowed with a cold, dim light.
Long Jing'an stood before that wash of light and shadow, his face as dark as still water, the taut line of his jaw cold and hard as if carved by a knife. A cast-iron blue-gray pall covered his sharply defined face, and only the suppressed anger deep in his eyes churned soundlessly.
He said nothing, his throat stiff, the aura spreading from him almost freezing the already stagnant air inside the VIP room.
Yu Yongyuan's purple lightning-veined eyes swept over the scene below. "Old An..."
He weighed his words, his gaze moving back and forth between Long Xiaoqian's wretched appearance and Long Jing'an's tense profile. "You even taught him this move, Dragon Origin Returning to the Void? Xiaoqian, that child... don't tell me he's already learned the entire Silver Scale Defense?"
"—It wasn't me!" Long Jing'an's voice sounded as if it had been forced out through clenched teeth. "The Silver Dragon, the might of the Progenitor Twin Dragons—is that something one can touch so easily? A bloodline drawn forth but never released, then forcibly used—this is the price!"
His gaze pinned itself to Long Xiaoqian's withered, dull silver-white short hair, as if it had been scorched by raging flames, and his knuckles faintly turned white.
Yu Yongyuan drew in a breath of understanding and frowned slightly. "No wonder... Forcing a Foundation Secret Art across such a gap, no wonder he ended up so... wretched."
"He probably didn't understand the weight of this technique at all. He only thought he'd learned a killing move of peerless power. How could he know the danger and loss hidden within it?"
"How would I know which little bastard with