Liuu Qingyun watched as the Lei and Wu families slipped out of the Task Hall in disgrace. A hint of schadenfreude crossed his face. Those two families usually carried themselves with such arrogance, and now they were slapped in the face by Fu Changsheng. Thinking of Fu Changsheng, Liuu Qingyun glanced at the dense pile of Soul Crystals on the registration table.
He wasn't slow to react.
Even now he could figure it out.
The complete annihilation of the Zhang and Qiuo families in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Abyss was surely related to the Fu Family. Otherwise, how could they have acquired so many Soul Crystals?
Today's Fu Family was no longer the proverbial stray dog that came to beg assistance from the Liuu Family seven years ago.
The reason the Fu Family could turn the tables in just a few short years was likely connected to that short-lived ghost Fu Changsheng had turned into. What sort of fortune had that little rascal encountered that turned his world upside down?
