Under the currents of treacherous intrigue, the night finally passed.
By dawn the next day, Wangui City had come alive with activity.
Earlier, the attendees were mostly the young scions of noble families.
But when the families learned that the attendee from the Wei Family was not just an ordinary young master but the true heir to the Wei Family—indeed, hosting tonight’s grand banquet—
heads of noble families and elders scrambled to make their way here.
As a result, the Luo Family estate was bustling, with those in charge of hospitality barely able to keep up.
"Where’s the Seventh Young Master? Has anyone seen him?" gasped a Luo family member, clearly overwhelmed.
"I’m searching for him too! But I heard no one’s seen him since this morning, and nobody knows where he might’ve gone!" another person replied.
"Strange. Usually around this time, the Seventh Young Master would’ve already shown up. What’s going on today?" someone questioned, looking puzzled.
Whenever the Luo Family held major events, Luo Jian was typically the one overseeing hospitality.
Although it was a thankless task, it helped build connections and cultivate influence, so Luo Jian had always performed his role diligently. Never before had he vanished without a trace like this.
As the Luo Family members whispered in curiosity, the day passed quietly.
When the sun began to dip below the horizon in the afternoon,
Luo Jian finally made his appearance.
As soon as they spotted him, many Luo Family juniors rushed forward.
"Seventh Brother, where have you been?"
"Yeah, Seventh Brother, you’ve been missing all day!"
As the voices rose, a faint smile emerged on Luo Jian’s somewhat pallid face.
"I had some unexpected business today, which delayed me. Thank you all for your hard work!"
"It’s fine, it’s fine!" the crowd responded hastily, letting go of any lingering resentment.
After all, Luo Jian was still the Seventh Young Master, and given that he’d apologized, what more could they say?
But throughout the exchange, no one noticed the faint scent of blood lingering around Luo Jian.
When the crowd dispersed, Luo Jian exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, though his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.
Over the course of this day, at least a hundred members of the Ghost Race had perished by his hands.
Most of them had actually belonged to his own faction within the Luo Family.
It was no exaggeration to say his actions were akin to severing his own wings.
If someone had told him yesterday that he would turn on his own people today, Luo Jian would surely have called them mad.
Yet today, he had done precisely that.
The catalyst for his actions lay in Xue An’s words.
When Luo Jian reflected deeply, even he couldn’t help but find it absurd.
Because of a few words from someone he’d only met twice, he had paid such a steep price.
Was it worth it?
This question lingered endlessly in Luo Jian’s mind.
For a moment, he even felt a faint hint of regret.
But when Luo Jian recalled the way Xue An had looked at him, his body stiffened.
And Xue An’s question—"Do you want to control the Luo Family?"—
was enough to calm his unsettled heart.
In the end, he made his decision with clenched resolve.
If I act, I won’t regret it. As for the outcome... it all depends on tonight!
At the same time.
The moment he opened his mouth, the barely accumulated sense of awe would immediately evaporate.
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