Not Going

Jiang Nannan's body trembled violently, like a delicate flower shivering in the autumn wind, liable to be blown away by a gale at any moment.

She could not believe what she had heard, and her heart kept screaming:

Tang Lan, how could you be so impulsive, so heedless of the consequences? You're practically gambling with your life!

Ma Xiaotao bit her lips so hard that a clear row of teeth marks appeared, draining them of all color.

The light in her eyes flickered uncertainly—at times angry, at times puzzled, and at times revealing a trace of worry.

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.

What is Tang Lan even thinking? How could he be so reckless, so utterly unconcerned with the consequences?

Tang Ya was equally shocked. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, forming two deep creases.

Her pearly teeth bit down on her lower lip so hard that it lost all color.

Her once-lively eyes were now filled with confusion and terror, fixed intently on Tang Lan as though she wanted to see through his outward appearance and into his heart.

Her hands were tightly clasped before her chest, the joints standing out sharply from tension.

Her heart kept repeating, Tang Lan, what are you trying to do? Don't you understand what this means? Why would you do this? Why take such a risk?

Facing everyone's doubts, Tang Lan took a deep breath, straightened his back, and slowly spoke with a solemn yet resolute expression:

"I know that people from the Holy Spirit Cult and the Four Great Empires want to assassinate me."

His voice was steady and powerful, like muffled thunder exploding beside their ears.

His unwavering gaze swept across everyone present, as though he wanted to convey his determination to them.