Teng Siyan's face was filled with satisfaction as he looked at the kneeling Xuan Long before him. A victorious glint slowly appeared in his eyes, and for the first time in many years, he truly felt pleased deep inside his heart.
Even though Xuan Long had been the youngest of his generation, nobody in the Teng Clan had ever dared underestimate him.
From the moment he was born, he had already shown terrifying talent. His bloodline was pure. His beast form was powerful. His cultivation speed had crushed countless geniuses of the Teng Clan.
Back then, all the elders had treated him like the future pillar of the clan. But there was only one problem. Xuan Long was too rebellious, proud, and difficult to control.
He had never lowered his head before the Teng Clan members. He never listened obediently and had always carried a cold and arrogant nature just like his father.
That was exactly why the Teng Clan wanted to control him so badly.
