"I'm so angry I could explode!"
An abrupt roar pierced the night, making the Long Night even quieter.
In an instant, within a five-mile radius, every house extinguished its lights and silenced its occupants.
Even horses bit down hard on their bits, and dogs tucked their tails.
It was an ordinary night in Xianggu.
The eldest son of the Zhongli Family was raging in his room, spouting words like "ambush," "shameless," and "I haven't even had a chance to exert my strength."
Never could he have imagined that he, the mighty Zhongli Yan, would be unable to hold his place even among the seventy-two ranks of the Blessed Land in such an insignificant place like the Taixu Illusion Realm, a complete rip-off of the Yanfa Pavilion with no life-and-death stakes?
This is intolerable.
