Striving Against Her Father

The once-humid air abruptly turned frigid, carrying an icy chill that swept directly over Hun Ya's body, bleak and desolate.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, turning into icy stones within the murderous aura before plummeting to the ground.

Crack!

The ice crystals struck the ground and shattered into fragments, their crisp sound seeming to echo his pounding heart.

Hun Ya's lips twitched slightly as he forced up a dry smile. "Miss, what did you say?"

"Was I not clear enough?" Hun Ruoruo did not open her eyes, merely furrowing her brow.

Yet it was precisely this seemingly dismissive attitude that made Hun Ya feel even more stifled, as though an invisible fire were burning within his chest, shaking even his usually calm and composed mind.

After a long while, he let out a deep breath and gradually regained his composure. "When did you see through me?"

The moment those words left his mouth, he had undoubtedly cast off all pretense and torn away the mask between them.

Just as Hun Ruoruo had said, the reason Hun Ya had been willing to spend so much time by her side, even taking the initiative to serve as her guide, was ultimately to make a move against her!

This was something none of the competing Heavenly Prodigies, nor even anyone in the entire Soul Realm, would dare to do—or even dare to contemplate!

After all, given Hun Ruoruo's current standing within the clan, anyone who dared harbor designs on her would have to consider how many lives they had to spare. Under such circumstances, no one with any sense would think of targeting her.

But precisely because the risk was extraordinarily great, it was often accompanied by an even greater opportunity.

For the Soul Clan's Heavenly Prodigies, there was only whether