"Alright, you brat are ruthless, just don't regret it later!"
Heiye Wuguang sneered, "You're lucky today; coincidentally, the three geniuses of the Dark Clan are out for their respective trials. Otherwise, could Heiye Wuxing save you a few more times?"
After finishing his words, he quickened his pace and walked away.
Sometimes he even thought of himself as despicable.
The more people refused him, the more he insisted on making this brat his adopted son.
Moreover, Ling Xiao's performance indeed made him increasingly fond of him.
Although he refused Heiye Wuguang, Ling Xiao still felt some pressure.
An Feitian was already difficult to deal with, let alone those three.
And he believed that the Eight Great Families all had top-notch geniuses.
Especially the Sha Clan, She Clan, and Sword Clan, which stood on equal footing with the Dark Clan.
Even without much thought, they wouldn't be weaker than the Dark Clan.
