Chapter 35: The Blood in His Veins
The rain had passed, but the clouds remained low over Tianxu City.
Chen Yu stood on the balcony of Gallant Tower, staring at the skyline. From this height, the city looked tame—towers, highways, traffic lights blinking like orderly circuits in a machine he was slowly taking apart.
But today, he wasn't thinking about business or enemies.
He was thinking about the past.
More specifically—his own.
He clenched the jade pendant that hung around his neck. It wasn't expensive, nor did it match his usual sharp attire. But it was the only thing he had from his parents. Or so he believed.
His eyes narrowed as a memory rose—faint, brief, but sharp.
An old voice. A name whispered in reverence.
"Longwei."
He had heard it only once. At his grandfather's funeral, from a man who never introduced himself. Chen Yu was barely a teenager, but the word had burned into his memory like fire.
He never heard it again.