County town, Linfeng Hall, inner sect disciple, direct disciple...
Each word fell like a thousand-pound boulder into the center of a lake, stirring waves.
Their whole lives had been spent in this village, where even martial masters from the county town were considered lofty figures.
Even a regular outer court disciple was someone they wouldn't dare provoke.
The Chen Family's eldest son, Chen Yuan, once, with just a martial art for refining Qi-Blood, could command wind and rain in their village.
Not to mention an inner sect disciple or a direct disciple.
It seemed the Shen Family was truly going to prosper.
Tian Xiaohu and Zhang Baqing couldn't help but swallow, looking at Shen the Second with envy.
If anyone in Hongshan Village benefited most from Shen Qing's favor, it had to be Shen the Second.
In recent observations, Shen Qing, after his parents' death, walked a bloody path, having a nature that hated evil like an enemy, with a heavy killing aura.
