Hong Yuan knew that after the bloodshed at Lanyue Garden, he had only two paths left.
He could leave for a distant land.
Or he could face the coming storm and truly pit himself against the powerful figures of Linjiang Prefecture.
If he won, everything he wanted would be his.
In Hong Yuan's original plan, he would have killed Wei Zhenzhu and left. Things would never have reached this fever pitch.
But plans could not keep up with change. Who could have guessed that Yang Erhu would be threatened by Young Master Hua and dragged into Lanyue Garden too?
He had even been on the verge of dying there.
That left Hong Yuan no choice!
He had to deal with Hua Feiyun.
Given Hong Yuan's martial prowess, he could have shown Young Master Hua just a glimpse of his strength. Making him understand the danger and saving Yang Erhu would not have been difficult.
There had been no need to take things to the point where only one of them could live.
But again—why should he hold back?
Before he had gained this martial prowess, he had swallowed his grievances to keep the peace. If he still bit his tongue now, what had he trained so hard for?
And for Yang Erhu, wouldn't the death of his old friend of twenty years, Master Qin, have been in vain too?
Besides, the temperament of a young master from a wealthy clan like Hua Feiyun could change at any moment.
He might go home and grow angrier the more he thought about it, smiling to their faces while setting every underhanded scheme he could devise in motion. He might even hire assassins.
Whatever the odds, even a ten or twenty percent chance would have been trouble in Hong Yuan's eyes. Better to