The sky was clear, the land was bright.
Atop the mountain, due to the Senior Disciple displaying Divine Skills, the great waterfall blocked much of the wind. The breeze that reached the True Inheritance Square was gentle, fluttering the hair and clothes of all present.
Blown by the wind, Zhang Fei Xuan's hair in front of his forehead lifted, revealing his broad forehead, transforming him instantly from a graceful young master into a wealthy older man, especially with his face iron-blue, he resembled an evil, wealthy landowner.
The kind in The Mortal Realm, who are hypocritical, ostensibly repairing bridges and roads, but secretly commit murder and arson.
Wang Qizheng's fists were clenched tightly, veins bulging out on the back of his hands, his face as solemn as still water.
He was like that righteous hero who throws punches in the name of justice, but once his shady dealings in the dark alleys were exposed, he was on the verge of a killing frenzy.
