Short-lived?
Duan Ling Tian’s gaze became even more icy cold…
Even though he didn’t have any feelings towards his deadbeat father, it was his father after all. He was also the husband of his mother who he respected the most. How could he allow Duan Ling Xing to disrespect his father like this!?
Duan Rong was stunned. "Duan Ru Feng?" This was a name he’d heard of before….
Duan Ru Feng, the former peerless genius of the Imperial City’s Duan Clan, a figure who suddenly appeared on the horizon like a comet and hasn’t been heard of since he vanished 18 years ago. But even then, he was still deeply remembered by many.
If Duan Ru Feng hadn’t vanished, then he would be the Duan Clan’s third master. No, if Duan Ru Feng hadn’t vanished, as long as he was willing, even the position of the Duan Clan’s Patriarch would be his!
Never had Duan Rong imagined that the violet-clothed youth he hated to the bones was actually the son of Duan Ru Feng…
