Despite being at death's door just a moment ago,
the next second, as Third Young Master Jun appeared in the hall, his entire presence had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
Even though his complexion was pale, it couldn't hide his naturally majestic and haughty demeanor, a sovereign's aura that looked down on everything.
Ivanov and his daughter, Yiren, walked into the hall through the storm.
Originally, they exuded a desolate indifference to the storm, bringing their interests with them, along with ample confidence. Thus, their strides bore the wind, chins uplifted, and in their eyes was the easy arrogance of certain victory, their imposing manner daunting.
Yiren was in great spirits, as if she were the savior descending upon them, her lips revealing an unstoppable smugness.
She had expected to see Third Young Master Jun in a state of defeat and anxiety, relishing the pride of seeing this arrogant man bow his head and beg for her help.
