Betting on the Future

Snowing?

When Xu Yuan woke from his coma, all he saw was a pitch-black sky filled with swirling snow. As he took in the scene before him, his frozen thoughts began to turn once more.

Hadn't Tianye immobilized him?

Had he already left the Sword Sect?

Where was this?

Questions surfaced in his mind. Xu Yuan rose and looked around, only to find himself lying on a hillside. In the warmth of spring, this place should have been a boundless grassland, but it was now wholly blanketed in snow. Only a pavilion in the distance stood amid the vast whiteness.

A trace of doubt flashed through his eyes. Xu Yuan got up, brushed the snow from his body, and headed toward it, but the voice that reached his ears in the next instant abruptly halted him.

"Changtian, return to Di'an."

It was his father's voice.

Hearing that, Xu Yuan fell silent for a moment before giving a bitter smile.

So that was it.

He had thought himself strong enough—strong enough to handle anything. Yet in the end, it was still this father of his who had come to clean up the mess he had made.

A wisp of bloodfire flickered in his pupils. Looking again toward the lone pavilion, Xu Yuan saw two middle-aged men seated within.

One was his father, Great Yan's Prime Minister.

The appearance of the other, however, made him hesitate for an instant.

That was the Emperor?

The snow continued to fall, and the blizzard's veil of snow made it nearly impossible to see anything.

The other middle-aged man's handsome, spirited features made it difficult for Xu Yuan to connect him with that hunched old man in the Imperial Dragon Robe, teetering on the brink of death. But at this time, the only person who could