Chapter 391: A Promise Worth Trusting

A Promise Worth Trusting

No elder could remain indifferent before such a tragedy.

Considering the opponent’s formidable strength, they all felt a sense of insecurity.

For perhaps the first time in many years...

Even these respected elders questioned whether their own sect would be able to withstand such an enemy.

The atmosphere became unusually heavy.

After a moment of contemplation, Priya slowly spoke.

"Brother Wren, Voidspring Mountain is also a victim in this incident, so we will stand with the Tyson Family."

Her voice remained gentle but firm.

Every word carried unmistakable sincerity.

She wasn’t offering empty comfort.

She had already decided that regardless of the consequences, Voidspring Mountain would not abandon its longtime allies.

The friendship between their two forces had lasted for generations.

Now was precisely the time to prove its worth.

"But given the opponent’s strength, as you’ve seen, if we truly can’t match them, the Tyson Family might as well come back to Voidspring Mountain with us and figure out a solution there."

As she spoke, Priya carefully looked around the devastated estate once again.

The Tyson Family headquarters had become vulnerable.

Their defensive formations were damaged.

Many elite disciples were injured.

Remaining here would only expose everyone to another assault.

The opponent’s aggressive approach left her with no choice but to be cautious.

Before Wren Tyson could answer, several elders stepped forward.

"Yes, there’s still time, let’s go first."

"I don’t believe they can attack Voidspring Mountain."

"Right, we have many friends on our turf, no need to fear them."

The elders spoke one after another.

Although retreating wasn’t glorious, survival always came first.

As long as the Tyson Family preserved its remaining strength, there would still be hope for revenge later.

Staying here accomplished nothing except increasing casualties.

Everyone waited quietly for Wren Tyson’s decision.

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes.

His fingers gently rested on the armrests of his wheelchair.

A bitter smile slowly appeared on his face.

"You can take the other disciples of the Tyson Family with you..."

His voice remained calm.

"...but I, as a cripple, will stay."

He slowly lifted his head toward the ancestral hall standing behind the damaged courtyard.

Its ancient roof remained intact despite everything that had happened.

"Someone has to answer to our ancestors."

The courtyard became silent.

His words weren’t spoken loudly.

Yet they struck everyone’s hearts.

For the patriarch of an ancient household...

Leaving behind generations of ancestors while abandoning the family estate wasn’t an easy choice.

Even if survival awaited elsewhere...

His conscience wouldn’t allow it.

"Brother Wren."

Priya frowned, genuine concern appearing across her beautiful face.

She wanted to persuade him further.

"I’m not leaving either."

Before she could continue, another determined voice interrupted.

Yana Tyson stepped beside her father.

Although her injuries hadn’t fully healed, her orange eyes remained unwavering.

Hearing that his daughter wasn’t leaving, Wren Tyson immediately became serious.

"Yana, stop being stubborn."

His tone became noticeably firmer.

"Go with the Mountain Master to Voidspring Mountain and stay safe."

His gaze softened slightly.

"You can seek revenge for the Tyson Family once you’ve mastered martial arts."

He understood his own situation.

Whether he lived or died mattered little.

But his daughter...

She still possessed limitless potential.

She shouldn’t throw away her future because of temporary emotions.

However...

Yana slowly shook her head.

"I’m not leaving."

Her answer contained no hesitation whatsoever.

Before anyone could speak again, she continued,

"I just contacted Young Master Julian."

The moment Julian D’Aurelius’s name appeared, everyone’s attention focused entirely upon her.

"He said he’s on his way back to Valemont and will come to help us when he returns."

Confidence filled her voice.

There wasn’t even the slightest trace of doubt.

She believed him.

Completely.

"Young Master Julian?"

Priya frowned slightly at the mention of the name.

She had already heard that name several times today.

Every conversation somehow circled back to the same young man.

Naturally, her curiosity continued growing.

Wren Tyson’s weary face finally revealed a faint smile.

"He’s a very talented young man."

His admiration was impossible to conceal.

"He mastered two of our family’s martial arts techniques to perfection in just one day."

Several elders from Voidspring Mountain instantly widened their eyes.

Even Priya’s composed expression changed slightly.

One day?

Two techniques?

Perfect stage?

Such a statement sounded almost unbelievable.

Wren Tyson continued proudly,

"His martial arts talent is extraordinary."

"He’s about the same age as Yana and has already reached the Gold Realm."

"His future in martial arts is limitless."

For a long moment...

Nobody spoke.

Even the experienced elders found those words difficult to believe.

Cultivation itself was already difficult enough.

Yet mastering two profound techniques to the perfect stage within a single day...

That completely overturned common sense.

If someone else had spoken those words, they would have dismissed them immediately.

But Wren Tyson wasn’t someone who exaggerated.

"Even if he’s an expert, he can’t solve the urgent crisis at hand, can he?"

One elder from Voidspring Mountain finally broke the silence with a helpless smile.

His words weren’t meant to belittle Julian.

Rather...

The enemy they faced today was simply too overwhelming.

No matter how talented one young genius might be, facing so many Gold Realm experts alone seemed impossible.

Yana Tyson looked directly at him.

Her beautiful orange eyes shone with unwavering conviction.

"If he says he can, then he can."

Her voice was calm.

Yet every syllable carried complete trust.

"You can leave."

She gently clenched her fists.

"I trust him."

...

Kimora.

Three months ago, the D’Aurelius Group’s mining company suddenly established a martial arts hall in the nearby area.

Today, the training grounds echoed with thunderous shouts.

Dozens of young men practiced relentlessly beneath the blazing afternoon sun.

Sweat poured down their bodies as fists struck the air again and again.

Heavy footsteps shook the hardened earth.

Their breathing remained disciplined.

Pain was ignored.

Fatigue was ignored.

Only constant improvement mattered.

The person in charge of instructing them was none other than Shera, the former head of the D’Aurelius family’s security brigade.