"Save the chit-chat for later," Jiurong's voice cut through the tension, sharp and laced with frustration. "Let's deal with these fucking ugly pests once and for all."
The unexpected words from his normally calm Martial Brother took Xianyun by surprise. It wasn't just the harshness in Jiurong's tone that shocked him—it was the fact that, after thirty long years, Jiurong had returned.
Xianyun's gaze flickered between his brother and the approaching enemies. He felt a mixture of confusion and disbelief bubble up in his chest. His mind raced with questions, but there wasn't time to process them. The situation demanded them to take action and spare no moment of complacency.
Jiurong's eyes narrowed, filled with an intensity that Xianyun hadn't seen before. The calmness that usually defined him was gone, replaced by a burning need to crush their enemies and an almost beast-like aura emanated from him.
