Unspoken Thoughts Beneath the Night Wind
After he left, his two disciples also bid farewell to Yana Tyson and left.
The atmosphere inside the ruined martial arts hall became even heavier afterward.
One by one, the departing footsteps echoed against broken stone tiles, gradually disappearing into the cold night beyond the mountain path. The wind carried faint traces of blood and burnt incense through the shattered arena, making the silence afterward feel even more desolate.
Soon, a few more disciples and a Silver Realm expert from the Tyson Family left one after another.
None of them spoke much.
Some lowered their heads in shame.
Some avoided eye contact completely.
Others simply sighed before turning away.
The fear Steffan brought tonight had shaken the entire Tyson Family from the inside out.
Even before the enemy arrived…
Their hearts had already begun collapsing.
Those remaining stayed with complex emotions.
