Yu Longxuan stood stiffly, jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might crack a tooth.
"Damn it!"
His fists trembled by his sides—not with fear, but with the unbearable shame of being publicly humiliated.
(Again!)
He could feel it.
That smug look from his brother, Yu Wenzhao—the Third Prince, whose cold eyes practically screamed 'weakling'.
The amused glance from Yu Qingya, his icy sister, who didn't even bother hiding her disdain.
And worse—everyone else had seen it too.
The mighty Second Prince, reduced to a joke.
He grit his teeth so hard that a thin trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His voice filled with suppressed anger.
"Grandmaster Huang," he growled, stepping forward. "How long until the barrier opens?"
He tried to sound calm. Noble. But it came off as bitter, impatient. Desperate.
A few chuckles echoed from the crowd.
Yu Wenzhao arched his brow, his lip curling into a faint smirk.
Yu Qingya didn't even look at him.
