Han Jun exhaled slowly, realisation settling over him. His son had not acted recklessly. He had acted within the law.
Han Xin didn't wait for his father's response. He immediately vanished, leaving behind only a faint shimmer of blue light that flickered in the air like a dying star.
Han Jun stood motionless, stunned. His son's cold precision, his ruthless decisiveness and extreme indifference was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
For centuries, Han Xin had been emotionally unreachable. Nothing stirred him. No celebration, no tragedy, no plea. Han Jun had to beg his son to spend time with him and if that didn't work he would order him to be in his presence, and still he received only polite detachment.
And now? Now his son was obsessed with a man. So affectionate, so consumed, it was as if he had been bewitched.
