Wang Youjun was stupefied. He was someone who had basically reached the peak of this world. As the master of the Wang clan, as well as one of the elders of the Divine Firmament Sect, he was one of the people with the greatest authority in the world.

If not for his obsession with becoming the Divine Firmament Sect Master, compelling him to look for the three talismans, perhaps he would have been lying in his comfortable chair back at the Wang clan, with young maids providing him with lovely massages and feeding him all sorts of fruits while showing off their perky chests…

Countless Wang clan disciples and Divine Firmament Sect members would have kneeled before him to get advice from him. Just a single sentence from him could decide their very fates, as well as their lives. Even just thinking about such a thing was extremely satisfying!

Why did I have to be so greedy and insist on those three sect master talismans? Not only did I end up killing my son, all of the clan’s elites are dead. Now, I’m dead too.

Damn this pretty boy, he was actually a tiger dressed up as a pig!

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