At this moment, Ryan Kuang seemed to be lost in thought.

Or perhaps he wasn't thinking about anything at all, just staring blankly into the distance.

After a long while, Ryan Kuang nodded slightly, "You're right, maybe I really have no other choice!"

In truth, even without Terra Su's words, Ryan Kuang knew that he always bore a mark—the mark of being the son of the Patriarch of the Kuang family. As long as the Kuang family existed, he could not escape this identity, so indeed, he had no choice.