Han Family.
The old master of the Han Family went to the clan to discuss the selection of the competition candidates with the elders.
Han Ye was left in the room to heal his injuries.
Han Ye sat in the chair, his face looking extremely ugly.
Qu Xuan pushed the door open and said to the servants, "You all go out."
The servants sighed with relief.
Qu Xuan sat down beside him, glanced at him, and said, "I hear it starts tomorrow."
Both men were well aware of what was starting.
Han Ye's hands rested on the armrest, clenched tightly into fists, his eyes red with unshed tears and dark circles betraying his exhaustion.
Qu Xuan sighed with pity, "I understand you're hurting inside."
Han Ye aflame with rage, his eyes burning, "No, master, you don't understand. Do you know how it feels to be called useless by others? Do you know the pain of falling from the clouds to the dust? And you don't know the shame of having Hei Fengqi snatched from my grasp!"
