“Coincidence, a coincidence indeed!” Chen Hao snickered. He was wearing a sky-blue robe, his handsome features clearly inherited from his father.

He approached Li Tianming threateningly, but his mind was full of the slap that his father gave him because of Li Tianming, a shame that he would never forget.

Furthermore, while Li Tianming was posturing in Heaven’s Sanctum, his mother had been throwing fits randomly. At the same time, his youngest brother had lost his will to cultivate, opting to waste away in the institute instead. If these changes weren’t due to Li Tianming, then no one else would be responsible.

“To think that you'll offer yourself up! What good luck!” With his plate armour and bulky physique, Xing Que looked just like a general on a battlefield, ready to slaughter at a moment's notice.

They were the heirs of the Xing & Chen Merchantry, born with silver spoons in their mouths. Therefore, both of them had weapons and armour that...