Anger flashed across Jun Yongrui's face. "How dare you."
The words came low.
"How dare you speak of that!" He stepped forward, his aura tightening, coiling.. but Shen Taiyu did not even flinch.
"Lan Yunlai spreads demonic qi across the realms," he said evenly, unbothered. "You vanish to the Sky Palace for months, leave the throne empty, while Haoxuan remains in seclusion."
His gaze sharpened. "And now you return… to host a banquet. One that will draw him here."
Jun Yongrui said nothing. But his silence answered enough.
Shen Taiyu studied him carefully. "What are you planning, Yongrui?"
Still... nothing.
Shen Taiyu's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "Very well."
He turned slightly, as if already done with the conversation. "I suppose I will see your corpse soon enough."
Jun Yongrui moved. The crack of the slap echoed through the hall, sharp and violent as his hand struck Shen Taiyu across the face.
"How bold of you—"
