Everyone's hearts were already filled with a strong interest in this masked figure, Li Xiaoyao.
People always admire the strong, and especially since Li Xiaoyao was so young.
The tales of Li Xiaoyao's valiant exploits had spread among the younger generation of the Li Family, and almost everyone knew there was a genius cultivator who might be the son of the family head.
In a certain room on the second floor, Xie Nan was engaged in an important conversation with several elders.
"This child must not be spared!" Murderous intent flickered in her almond-shaped eyes. Li Xiaoyao's emergence had made Xie Nan feel threatened.
No matter if Li Xiaoyao was the son of the family head or not, he had to die.
The future of the Li Family must belong to her own son, not to a Li Xiaoyao who had popped up out of nowhere.
"That may be difficult," said the elder to the left. "The Third Elder has spoken, if we make a move, we'll likely not escape his punishment."
