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The crystal wall of VIP Room No. 33 glowed with a cold, eerie light.
Long Jing'an stood before that interplay of light and shadow, his expression dark as still water. His tightly clenched jaw was as cold and hard as a knife carving, and an iron-gray pall lay over his angular face. Only the suppressed fury deep in his eyes churned silently.
He said nothing, his throat rigid. The aura surrounding him almost froze the already stagnant air in the VIP room.
Yu Yongyuan swept his eyes, patterned with violet lightning, over the scene below. "Old An..."
He weighed his words, his gaze moving between Long Xiaoqian's bedraggled figure and Long Jing'an's taut profile. "You even taught him Dragon Essence Return to the Void? That boy Xiaoqian... don't tell me he knows the whole Silver-Scale Guard set?"
"-It wasn't me!" Long Jing'an forced the words through his teeth. "The silver dragon! How could the might of the Ancestral Twin Dragons be touched so easily? Forcing a dormant bloodline into use brings precisely this price!"
His gaze remained nailed to Long Xiaoqian's short, silver-white hair, its color withered as though scorched by raging flames. His knuckles paled slightly.
Yu Yongyuan drew a breath of understanding, his brows knitting. "That explains it... forcing a foundational secret art beyond his level. No wonder he ended up so... battered."
"He probably doesn't understand the weight of this art at all. He merely learned it as a killing move of unparalleled power. How could he know the dangers and depletion it entails?"
"How would I know which reckless little bastard egged him on?" Long Jing'an's pent-up anger finally found an outlet, and his words came faster. "Damn it, the price is having