Inside the ancestral hall of the Thunder Pool Daoist Academy.
In the damp, dark room, he stared at the stone statue, which had remained unresponsive for a long time.
Lu Yunwan kowtowed resoundingly several more times, his heart sinking into despair as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
He had actually committed such a terrible crime.
He had ruined the grand banquet and indirectly killed so many people.
'But I was only hesitating,' he thought. 'I wanted to get back at Lu Yunqing, but I didn't dare act on it. Why did I end up mustering the courage to do such a thing?'
At this moment, he couldn't turn to anyone else for help.
Because he was the trunk of the entire tree.
All his relationships, interests, and dealings were based on the Yunwan Commerce Association, and at its core was him—Lu Yunwan, Prince Langya.
