The group of five left the Great Profound Sword Sect openly, slapping the sect in the face. Yet, He Yuanting could say nothing. Against Meng Wanshu and Chu Jingze, he was powerless. He Yuanting wasn’t as open-minded as one might imagine. On the contrary, he was chauvinistic and obsessed with appearances. 0

Inside the grand hall, He Yuning lay on the bed with his eyes closed, a single tear slipping from the corner of his eye. He had already awakened. He’d heard everything that occurred clearly and distinctly, but there was nothing he could do. 1

He Yuning deeply disliked his father’s temperament. If not for that, he wouldn’t have chosen to travel the continent at the age when...0