In the old Sun Family mansion, Sun Anming finally woke up.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a vast expanse of white both inside and outside the room, filled with a desolate air.
White funeral cloth hung everywhere inside and outside of the Sun Family home, swaying silently in the cold wind, as if heralding the fall of the once colossal Sun Family.
No matter how foolish Sun Anming was, at this moment he completely understood that the fortune-telling Taoist Priest, who once called him brother, was nothing but a thorough fraud.
It was his blind faith and obstinacy that led to the tragedy unfolding before him.
"Wang Daolin, you cursed sorcerer, you killed my grandfather."
Sun Anming screamed, his neck veins bulging, letting out a roar like that of a wild beast.
Wang Daniu's betrayal struck him right in the heart, causing Sun Anming to go mad with pain.
