"Are you talking to me?" Jiang Hui chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.
He was dressed in a light yellow brocade robe, his head adorned with an opulent white jade hairpin. His posture was upright, his face as handsome as jade, and his looks and demeanor were definitely worthy of a major sect disciple.
But ever since he came to the Fangsu District, he had encountered setbacks time and again, quite unfortunate.
Defeated by a kid from the Northern Domain, even having his legs broken.
Slapped in the face in public by his senior brother Zhao Wushuang, losing all face.
Now entering the blessed land and unable to gain any benefits, he'd been feeling extremely stifled, and never expected to be shouted at by a boorish villager?
In the blessed land, causality was hard to find, and with people in an enclosed place, moral boundaries typically lowered, so Jiang Hui's heart had already birthed a murderous intent.
