Xuan Long gently pushed aside the strands of dark hair that had fallen across his face. For a few moments, he simply stood there in silence without looking back.
Behind him, the ancient dungeon remained buried in endless darkness. All the screams, the blood, and the suffering he had left behind stayed trapped within that filthy place.
Then he turned and began walking away, step by step. The heavy darkness slowly receded behind him as the cold aura of the dungeon gradually faded with every step he took toward the outside world.
His expression remained calm and indifferent, as though nothing of importance had happened, as though he had not just sentenced a man to a fate worse than death. His white robe swayed gently with every step.
This was a place he had once sworn he would never return to.
Centuries ago, he had abandoned everything connected to it...the clan, the power, and the endless schemes.
He had wanted nothing to do with any of it. But life was strange, and no one ever truly knew where they would belong in the future or what fate would force them to face again.
Xuan Long slowly raised a hand, and his fingers lightly brushed against his chest.
Then, without warning, a face appeared in his mind...a gentle face with soft eyes and a warm smile. It was the only person capable of calming the darkness within him, the only one who could keep his sanity intact.
A faint warmth appeared in his emerald eyes for a brief moment before vanishing almost immediately, yet it had existed.
"Lan Lan..."
His voice was barely above a whisper as the wind carried the words away.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Didn’t you say that if someone harmed our cub, you would never allow them to live peacefully?"
His footsteps continued, steady and unhurried, as the smile slowly faded from his face.
"See? I let him live."
A dangerous glint appeared within his eyes.
"But I made sure he would regret touching our son."
His voice became softer, almost gentle.
"Lan Lan..."
"You don’t understand."
"The world thinks my weakness is our son."
A soft laugh escaped him.
"How foolish."
"My weakness has always been you."
He closed his eyes briefly.
"You asked me to protect him, so I did."
"You asked me to be patient, so I tried."
"You asked me not to lose myself to the darkness..."
His smile became faint.
"I am still trying."
"Because if one day you stop looking at me..."
"Then there will be no reason for Xuan Long to remain sane."
Silence returned once more.
Without hesitation, the gates opened with a deep boom as the massive doors slowly parted.
Xuan Long stepped forward, his expression never changing and his gaze remaining calm, as though everything before him was insignificant.
The moment he entered, a loud voice echoed through the palace. "Clan Master Xuan Long is here!"
The announcement spread throughout the entire clan, and countless eyes immediately turned toward him.
Xuan Long did not even blink. He continued walking forward step by step. His presence alone caused the surrounding elders to lower their heads.
Many of them did not dare meet his eyes, while others clenched their fists secretly. Some even revealed traces of unwillingness.
Xuan Long noticed all of it.
A faint smirk almost appeared on his face.
These were the same people who had once rejected him, feared him, and secretly wished for his downfall.
Yet what could they do now?
Nothing.
He was the recognized master of the Teng Clan... the position they had always coveted and the authority they had always desired.
Now it belonged to him, the one person they least wanted to see sitting upon that throne.
Whether they accepted it or not no longer mattered.
Whether they liked him or hated him no longer mattered.
Because the words of the Clan Master were absolute, and now there was only one Clan Master whose will ruled the Teng Clan...
That is him... Xuan Long.

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