Lu Yanyu's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and sorrow as she met her husband's cold gaze.
How can he... He dare he...
The weight of their words hung heavy in the thin air. She could see the unyielding ambition in his eyes, a fire that burned away all reason and compassion.
"Wisdom?" she echoed, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.
"Is it wisdom to send our son to his death? Or is it your own ambition, dressed in the robes of necessity?"
Her hands clenched at her sides, the silk of her robes rustling with her agitation.
"Ambition?" He repeated her words with a hint of mockery.
"It's not merely ambition; it's the weight of legacy. The Celestial trial has always been a threshold for greatness, and the weak have always fallen like leaves in the wind. That's the way it was, that's the way it is, and that's the way it will always be... Tian'er will either burn bright or he will be consumed. That is the path of cultivation," he declared with a grim certainty.
