When Long Chen heard that the Ninth Prince was coming, he shut his mouth even though he was having a great time insulting Li Ziling. He was smart, so he knew who he could and could not afford to offend. With the Lingwu family behind him, he could anger Li Ziling. However, an important figure from the Biyang Imperial Capital like the Ninth Prince was not someone he would dare to offend.1

Also hearing the news, Li Ziling, whose face was green with rage, was also tugged down to her seat by Li Wudi next to her. When he saw that Li Ziling was still furious, he said in a low voice, “Ziling’er, you must learn to contain your anger. You’ll be going to the ancient ruins the day after tomorrow. Instead of arguing here, you should plan how to vent your anger there.”5

“Grandfather, I understand. I want to kill him there. If I had not been exhausted, even a hundred Long Chens would’ve been no match for me,” said Li Ziling, calming herself down.0

“You’re one of the top three cultivators of Yuanling City’s younger generation, why would you get angry over a small character like that? Remember,...0