Lu Xiangyuan's breath came out ragged—sharp, uneven, trembling with suppressed rage.
His qi swirled violently around him like a storm on the verge of breaking loose.
For a moment, it genuinely looked as though he would explode on the spot and charge at Bai Zihan with murderous intent.
But—
He didn't. He forced himself to inhale sharply.
Then exhale.
His clenched fists trembled, veins bulging, but his eyes slowly narrowed from explosive fury to a cold, controlled smile.
"Hah…"
Lu Xiangyuan raised his chin slightly, as if refusing to be dragged down by Bai Zihan's provocations.
"Enough!"
His voice, though steady, cracked with fury.
"Bai Zihan," he said slowly, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth, "you think your childish provocations will unsettle me?"
He jabbed a finger toward Bai Zihan, ignoring how his hand shook.
"You think calling me 'uncle' or mocking my appearance will change anything?"
His voice deepened—cold, deadly serious.
