Upon hearing this, Ling Tianyu simply nodded. What is meant to come will come eventually, and what is not meant to arrive—no matter how ceremoniously invited—will simply never come.
As the saying goes, "Good news is rare, bad fortune always finds its way."
Ling Tianyu held a clean white cloth in his hand, silently wiping the tombstones of the bodyguards who had died. He did not say a word.
An Lan watched quietly by his side, accompanying him. After cleaning one gravestone, she moved on to the next. So many bodyguards had died for the Ling Family, each one a vibrant life now lost.
If they were still alive today, they would surely hold positions of seniority.
It was unclear how long they had been at it, but finally, Ling Tianyu wiped the last gravestone and sat cross-legged on the grass. He lit a cigarette and began adjusting his state of mind before the impending duel.
