Two hours. Two hours had never felt so long before. But was it enough for an avenger who was back to take his vengeance after three years of accusations? As cruel as Li Tianming might be right now, who would stop him? And as long as Lin Xiaoting was still breathing, their battle wouldn’t end.

Even the two inspectors watched on with indifference, oblivious to the Lightning Manor crying and begging at their feet. When the manor was in power and abused it to its advantage, no one stopped it. Now that its downfall was within sight, it could only beg for the inspectors’ mercy. Led by the Lightning Seigneur himself, the group continuously banged their heads against the floor for two hours nonstop. They didn’t even stop as blood flowed down Lin Zhao’s forehead.

“Benevolent inspectors, please save Xiaoting! He’s a disciple of Heaven’s Elysium!”

“I beg you, Yueling Clan, please help us convince the inspectors!”

At Lin Zhao’s age, losing first his sons, then his grandson wasn’t a trauma he could possibly endure. No...