Contempt

Only now did Luo Yuan finally understand completely why the Spirit Devouring Clan had known of their arrival in advance.

The one hiding in the shadows and leaking the news was none other than Wei Yun, the young junior before him in whom he had once placed such high hopes.

Luo Yuan stared fixedly at Wei Yun, his gaze like blades, and demanded word by word, "I can accept Lian Zhou betraying the clan. He has always been narrow-minded and never willing to accept the clan's arrangements."

"But why did even you betray the clan?"

He took a step forward, his eyes filled with a complex mix of grief and fury.

"You were one of the most outstanding young members of the clan. Several clan elders held you in great esteem and poured the best resources into you. They even intended to list you as a candidate for the next clan elder."

"They never treated you poorly!"

Luo Yuan's voice echoed through the void shrouded by the array, carrying a weighty accusation.

Wei Yun remained expressionless. Not a single ripple could be seen on that young, calm face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his voice as placid as water, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"City Lord Luo, the clan truly never treated me poorly."

He paused, as though weighing his words—or perhaps merely stating a fact.

"It is simply that the Spirit Vein Dragonkin cannot contend against the Spirit Devouring Clan in the end. The balance of strength is obvious to anyone with eyes. I merely wish to secure a better future for myself."

That single sentence said it all.

The Spirit Vein Dragonkin clan was too small—too small to contain his ambitions.

Wei Yun wanted a broader world. He wanted to stand among more powerful forces, even if it