The three bloodlines returned home in shame. Li Xuanyi and Li Xuanchen sat on the back of a giant kunpeng, their expressions growing uglier by the minute.

"Li Tianming stepped all over me and is now valued by Ye Shaoqing! He’s become a direct disciple, so not even you can do anything to him!" Li Xuanchen gritted his teeth. The moment Ye Shaoqing had accepted Tianming as his disciple, Li Xuanchen’s features twisted into an ugly grimace.

Li Xuanyi was ashen. "We’ve been thoroughly embarrassed today!" He couldn't blame his son; Li Xuanchen hadn’t performed poorly. It was Tianming who had performed too well. As a result, he was now more miserable than his son.

The bet they had agreed upon in the past...