Or was it aimed at Su Qingyan, at the inheritance from his cheap master that might be in him?
A hint of coldness flashed through Xuanyuan's eyes.
Although his master had been unreliable and liked to complain that things were "such a hassle," deep down, he was fiercely protective of his own.
And just how easy did people think it would be to clean up the "mess" he had left behind?
This was a much deeper pool than Xuanyuan had imagined.
Interesting.
Xuanyuan's lips curled into a playful smile.
He had only meant to find somewhere to rest his feet and watch the show.
But now, it seemed that he, the audience member, had somehow been handed a ticket to take the stage.
Since that was the case, he might as well see what monsters and demons were lurking behind this performance.
Meanwhile, Su Wan'er, having escaped by sheer luck, had already made her way back to Wanxin Pavilion as quickly as she could.
She locked the door behind her and set up a few simple warning wards before hurrying to the bed.
Her son, Su Qingyan, still lay motionless on the bed, his face pale and his breathing faint, like a candle about to go out.
The ruthlessness and coldness in Su Wan'er's eyes melted away, replaced by boundless tenderness and concern.
She took the Cloud Pattern Lock Heart Pendant from her robes. It was no longer cold; instead, it gave off a faint warmth, as if it had come to life.
She drew a deep breath, a look of resolve flashing in her eyes. Then she gently placed the pendant against Su Qingyan's brow.
"Qingyan, Mother got the token... Don't worry. Mother will wake you up. I promise..."
She murmured softly, then bit her fingertip and squeezed out