King Qi’s heir opened his mouth to speak. He wanted to hug his dad and cry to him to take revenge, but he suddenly remembered the vow he’d made with Zu An. He couldn’t ask his father to help. As such, he resisted this urge.

Besides, given his father’s nature, tearfully complaining to him might just achieve the opposite effect.

When Han Fengqiu saw him holding back his words, he spoke up, out of consideration for him. “It was that Zu An brat.”

“Zu An?” King Qi frowned. “Are you kidding me? He only has six to seven ranks of cultivation. How was he able to hurt you this badly?”

The young heir’s face went entirely red. He was also incredibly baffled by this. He wanted to understand how he had managed to lose so horribly to that brat, despite his own eight ranks of cultivation.

Han Fengqiu offered an explanation. “That fellow’s movement technique is rather bizarre, and not even I could catch him. The young master was surely at a disadvantage.”

“Not even you could catch him?” King Qi was surprised to hear this. Even if he discounted his own son’s strength,...