Chen Ye remained unmoved by King's words.
The anger lingered on his face, etched deeply like shadows in a storm, as the thought of losing Dragon Forge continued to gnaw at him relentlessly.
His blindfold seemed to pulse faintly, mirroring the turmoil brewing within.
"Are you even hearing what I'm saying?" King asked, his voice steady as he decided to take his seat.
He moved with deliberate calm, pulling out a chair from the nearby table, its legs scraping softly against the polished stone floor.
"I don't remember asking you to take a seat," Chen Ye frowned, his tone sharpening like a blade being drawn.
He leaned forward slightly, the pressure from his blindfold intensifying, sending subtle waves of unease rippling through the air around them.
"Neither did you ask me to protect your brother. But I did anyway," King replied, matching Chen Ye's cold tone and unyielding vibe.
