At those words.
Wang Ziyu narrowed his eyes.
A trace of world-weariness and indifference utterly at odds with his appearance surfaced on his face.
At this moment, he finally displayed the bearing befitting a direct disciple of Tai'a.
"If that is the case, why did you not say so from the start?"
Lu Changfeng gave a bitter laugh.
Had he spoken plainly, who could say whether a direct disciple of Tai'a would willingly become entangled in such disputes and karmic consequences?
The Lu Clan might look glorious, but in truth, it was walking a tightrope along the edge of a cliff.
Lu Changfeng's ambitions were vast. Every step had to be taken with utmost care, as though treading on thin ice.
Explaining things now.
First, he had laid the groundwork and sounded out the other party's limits and attitude.
Second...
It was also a show of sincerity, a way to earn some goodwill in this transaction.
Seeing Lu Changfeng remain silent, merely smiling bitterly.
Wang Ziyu understood his intentions as well.
As expected of the Lu Clan's most outstanding young prodigy of this generation. His thoughts ran deep indeed.
Still.
Even knowing the other man had done it deliberately, Wang Ziyu found it somewhat easier to accept now.
Had Lu Changfeng explained everything at the outset, he might truly have refused to become involved in the Lu Clan's affairs and simply dusted off his backside and left.
But now...
He had already entered the game, and the other man had laid his cards on the table.
The fig leaf had been torn away, leaving everyone to face one another honestly.
Of course.
That was not the most important reason.
Could his master's reason for having him follow Jiang Yuechu really have been as simple as broadening his horizons?
The deeper