It wasn't until near dawn that the banquet finally ended. Ministers, officers, and heirs had all attended—something Lan Yin had not expected.
As the first rays of morning light pierced the room, Lan Yin awoke abruptly from his drunken stupor. The moment his eyes opened, he saw Lan Miu sitting quietly nearby, smiling faintly.
"So? Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Lan Yin nodded, but his head quickly dropped. It had only been a few days since Miss Mo Yu’s tragedy. He kept waking from that nightmare, haunted by his failure after so much effort. If only the Underworld Denizens hadn’t interfered, he was sure he could have saved Miss Mo Yu.
Lan Yin’s heart was filled with nothing but hatred for the Underworld Denizens. He even felt ashamed to be one of them. He glared at Lan Miu with loathing. Suddenly, a red silk shot out from Lan Miu’s sleeve, wrapping around Lan Yin’s body, and he immediately began to struggle.
"What are you doing, you old bastard?"
Lan Yin tried to break free, but a wave of black energy immediately surged out from his body. Yet with a single gesture from Lan Miu, everything was abruptly silenced—Lan Yin’s power seemed to be drained away in an instant.
"Right now, you’re nothing, fledgling. You don’t even have the right to choose how you die."
For a moment, Lan Yin was stunned. Lan Miu suddenly seemed like a different person. A suffocating killing intent radiated from him, freezing Lan Yin in place. He had never felt anything like it—he felt as if he were already dead, and even the slightest movement would shred him to pieces.
"If you understand, then put away your hatred. It’s just a woman, isn’t it?"