Chapter 229: Unspoken Thoughts Beneath the Night Wind

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.

The moonlight stretched long shadows across the damaged arena.

The surviving Tyson Family members looked exhausted, conflicted, and uneasy. Some stared toward the distant mountain road where Steffan had disappeared earlier, while others silently helped carry the injured deeper into the household grounds.

The Tyson Family was already having internal strife before the person even arrived.

Yana Tyson stood near the center of the arena without moving.

Her black hair swayed gently in the night wind while her bright orange eyes remained cold and distant.

Tonight had exhausted her emotionally more than physically.

Her own household was splitting apart.

And she could do nothing to stop it.

Julian D’Aurelius quietly watched her for a moment before finally walking over.

The shattered stone beneath his shoes crunched softly with every step.

"Don’t worry, Miss Tyson. That person is mainly after me. I’ll stand with you to figure something out."

His voice was calm and steady.

Under the moonlight, Julian’s black hair and golden eyes gave him an almost unreal presence, especially after everything that happened tonight.

To the Tyson Family members nearby, his words sounded reassuring.

Reliable.

Like someone truly willing to shoulder responsibility.

At this moment, Julian’s comfort warmed Yana Tyson’s somewhat hurt heart.

She slowly turned toward him.

For a brief second, the coldness in her eyes softened slightly.

After all...

Tonight, almost everyone was thinking about retreating, escaping, or protecting themselves.

Only Julian had openly chosen to stand with the Tyson Family.

No matter his real motive—

That alone still touched her.

She was about to speak when she heard Julian’s inner thoughts.

[I have to go prepared for fight; your Tyson Family is no match for that guy.]

Yana’s expression froze slightly.

Julian outwardly maintained a calm face while internally continuing his thoughts without restraint.

[Steffan’s definitely stronger than everyone here combined. If I don’t prepare enough backup plans, I’ll get beaten into a hospital bed.]

His golden eyes still looked sincere on the surface.

Meanwhile his inner voice sounded completely different.

[Maybe I should secretly prepare escape routes too. Just in case.]

Yana’s eyelid twitched faintly.

A strange mixture of embarrassment and irritation rose inside her chest.

Then—

Julian’s thoughts continued again.

[If i can’t beat him and he turns on me, won’t I be in trouble?]

[The Tyson Family can’t even survive him themselves. I definitely can’t trust them completely.]

Yana’s fingers slowly tightened.

The warmth she felt moments ago instantly vanished.

"..."

A surge of anger suddenly rose in Yana Tyson’s heart.

Her chest rose slightly as she took a slow breath.

This guy...

He was comforting her while secretly thinking the Tyson Family was useless?

Julian noticed her expression changing slightly and blinked in confusion.

"Miss Tyson?"

Yana stared at him silently.

That calm handsome face suddenly looked extremely irritating now.

This guy, does he not trust the Tyson Family?

Even after the Tyson Family stood against Lucas tonight?

Even after they fought despite knowing Steffan’s terrifying strength?

Yana bit her lip lightly.

Somehow...

That hurt more than she expected.

Because deep down, she actually trusted Julian quite a bit already.

Especially after tonight.

But hearing his honest inner thoughts directly shattered that mood instantly.

Julian, completely unaware of the disaster happening inside her head, still looked confused.

[Why is she suddenly glaring at me?]

[Did I say something wrong?]

Yana nearly laughed from anger.

You didn’t say it.

You thought it!

Her slight affection for Julian disappeared completely.

At least temporarily.

The night wind blew between them.

Yana’s expression gradually turned colder again, returning to her usual proud demeanor.

Nearby Tyson Family members noticed the subtle tension but did not understand why.

Only Amara Ravenswood silently lowered her head beside Julian, desperately trying not to smile.

Because she heard everything too.

And honestly...

Julian really deserved this one.

With a cold face, she said, "Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Julian."

Her tone became polite.

Too polite.

The distance in her voice was obvious.

Julian blinked again.

"...You’re welcome?"

Yana gave him one final look.

There was annoyance hidden deep inside her bright orange eyes.

"However, the Tyson Family has its own dignity."

Her voice was calm now.

"We may not be able to defeat him... but we will not beg others to save us either."

Julian immediately waved his hand.

"No, no, that’s not what I meant—"

[Wait, why does this suddenly sound like I insulted her family?]

Yana’s eyebrow twitched again.

He still didn’t realize.

Amara almost burst out laughing nearby.

Lina Ashford silently covered her mouth and looked away.

Even Liza Voss’s cold expression cracked slightly.

Julian himself remained completely clueless.

With that, she left with the Tyson Family members in a huff.

The long black hair behind her swayed sharply as she turned around.

Several Tyson Family disciples quickly followed after her.

The atmosphere around them clearly carried suppressed frustration.

Julian stood there watching their backs disappear deeper into the Tyson Family grounds.

Then—

[What’s this woman sulking about? I didn’t offend her, did I?]

[Sigh, I can’t understand these women.]

Julian shook his head and sighed.

Amara Ravenswood, who was also eavesdropping on his thoughts, was speechless.

She stared at Julian for several seconds before finally giving up internally.

Hopeless.

This man was hopeless sometimes.

He had already unknowingly offended several girls purely through inner thoughts alone.

And the worst part?

He genuinely had no idea.

Amara had already guessed that Yana Tyson could also hear his thoughts.

Otherwise her reaction earlier made no sense.

If someone heard such words, wouldn’t they be mad at you?

Still...

Amara found the situation strangely amusing.

Her hazel eyes curved slightly with hidden laughter.

Hehe, Yana Tyson is pretty and a strong competitor.

If she dislikes Brother Julian, isn’t that a good thing?

That thought alone unexpectedly improved her mood considerably.

The night breeze brushed gently against her long brown hair as she walked closer toward Julian.

"Brother Julian, should we head back now?"

Her voice sounded light and cheerful again.

Julian finally stopped staring toward the Tyson Family residence and nodded.

"Alright."

Honestly, his brain was already exhausted tonight.

Evan died.

Lucas escaped.

Steffan appeared.

The Tyson Family almost split internally.

And now Yana suddenly got angry at him for unknown reasons.

Even Julian felt mentally tired.

Amara smiled brightly before stepping closer beside him.

"Then take me home."

Her tone carried natural intimacy.

Julian nodded casually before turning toward Lina and Liza.

"You two head home first; I’ll take Amara."

Lina Ashford nodded gently.

"Okay, Young Master Julian."

Liza Voss also lowered her head slightly.

"Okay, Young Master Julian."