As soon as the White Tiger Guard finished speaking, a boy in a black robe slowly approached the entrance to the main hall.
The boy looked only eleven or twelve. His neatly cropped hair was a dark gold, predominantly golden but shaded with black.
He also had a pair of deep-blue eyes, each with double pupils.
When he focused on something, those double pupils would split and merge in a rather uncanny fashion.
He was handsome, with a faintly sinister air to his features.
Yet that sinister air did nothing to mar his good looks. Instead, it lent him a lethally compelling charm.
Especially when he grinned, that sinister charm was enough to turn people's souls upside down.
The boy stood nearly one meter seventy tall, and a sharp, imposing aura faintly radiated from him.
He was very much like the man inside the main hall.
Both in appearance and in the bearing of someone who had seen battle.
Looking at the frowning White Tiger Duke and the bewildered duchess beside him, the boy grinned again.
His tone carried an unusual blend of elegance and frivolity.
"A pleasure to meet you, Your Grace."
The boy bent slightly in an aristocratic bow, his eyes fixed on Dai Hao. Though he wore a smile, not a trace of emotion showed in his eyes. "My name is Dai Yunze. Your biological son."
Before Dai Hao could speak, the boy turned his gaze to the duchess beside him, whose face was now stricken with shock and utterly ugly. His smile immediately deepened, and amusement filled his previously emotionless eyes.
Only that way could he conceal the killing intent and hatred threatening to erupt from within him.
Smiling deeply, he said, "It's been a long time."
His final word became a low murmur in his