Young Master (1)
Yun Ling glared at them angrily as she spoke. "Please, Young Master, ignore them. They're just barking dogs."
Yun Lintian chuckled softly, the sound strangely devoid of anger. "Little Ling," he said, his voice calm and collected, "they're merely characters playing their parts. Let them have their fun."
His nonchalant demeanor caught the Chen Clan youths off guard. Their laughter faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. Was this the same Yun Lintian they knew, the one prone to explosive outbursts?
"Are you deaf, you useless cripple?" another Chen Clan youth spat, attempting to rekindle the mockery. "We're talking to you!"
Yun Lintian stopped, turning to face them with an impassive gaze. His eyes, devoid of anger, held a depth that sent shivers down the spines of the Chen Clan youths. It was as if they were staring into an abyss, one that held an unsettling indifference to their taunts.