As the sun began to set on Poison Valley Town, Bai Haoran sat all alone in his courtyard, with a porcelain teacup in his hand while his eyes stared blankly at the dying sun.
The atmosphere inside the Bai Clan estate was already very suffocating and the Patriarch was drowning in his own despair.
His clan that was flourishing under his rule just about a month ago was now on the verge of complete bankruptcy.
His clan lost dozens of disciples during the hunting competition and now even in the Annual tournament except for Bai Bing, they had nothing to show.
On top of that, his son Bai Yun was now bedridden with a shattered chest and broken bones.
But the absolute greatest humiliation was the fact that the entire town had watched Madam Li casually throw a bag of spirit stones at his feet like he was a pathetic, starving beggar who could not even pay a woman to please him.
