On the other side, when Liora was calmly driving toward the base, a raging man walked out of an advanced military vehicle and stormed inside Grandpa Xu's home.
The door swung open with a sharp creak, and a tall man stepped out, his presence alone enough to send shivers down a weaker man's spine. Xu Kai didn't slam the door. He didn't stomp his way in. He simply walked—each step slow, deliberate, and filled with silent fury.
He entered the house without knocking, his dark eyes like a frozen abyss as they locked onto the old man lounging in the living room.
"You called me back," Xu Kai said, his voice low and cold. "At this time."
It wasn't a question. It was an accusation.
Grandpa Xu, seated comfortably with a cup of tea in his hands, barely spared him a glance. "Ah, you're here, brat. Come, sit. I brewed some Longjing tea myself."
Xu Kai didn't move. His gaze sharpened. "The auction for the Aether Fruit is happening now."
