Jiang Buping frowned as he looked at the young man, his eyes showed puzzlement. The man's hatred was soaring to the heavens as if he held a grudge against him that could not coexist under the same sky. However, Jiang Buping racked his brains and could not recall any feud with the other party.
"Someone from the Jiang Family?"
The first thought that came to mind was naturally the Jiang Family.
Jiang Buping immediately denied it; there were no enemies left in the Jiang Family, nor were there any who would seek revenge for Jiang Tianming.
"An expert from Netherworld? The same as Jiang Tianming? Is every attack against me orchestrated by the mysterious entity behind the scenes?
"Have I ever been such a great enemy of Netherworld to warrant such targeting?"
Jiang Buping's eyes flashed, and he frowned instantly, for within the young man's Divine Soul lurked a Remnant Soul, which was the same as Jiang Tianming's.
