Although Taiping County Town had experienced a catastrophe and merely two or three out of ten people survived, the population was still quite large. The town was waiting to be rebuilt, and by now there were already hawkers and laborers pushing carts and selling liquid refreshments, shouting in the streets and drawing many people out of their homes.
There was less terror on the people's faces and more sunshine.
From time to time, people passed by Chen Shi and Yan Xianshi, and some even carelessly bumped into them.
Yan Xianshi wore a smile, while in the sky behind him, the void split open, and his Primordial Spirit sat enthroned within the void like a majestic heavenly deity, with the sun, moon, stars, and constellations revolving around it, displaying his full grandeur.
"Little Lord Chen, your father often boasts that you are a rare prodigy in the world, and indeed you are. You rose from the dead, and without a Divine Embryo, you managed to rise from adversity, make a brilliant splash in Western Capital, slay Young Master, and repeatedly ruin the grand plans of my Thirteen Noble Families. Yet I admire you immensely and have never truly driven you to extermination."
With a carefree expression, Yan Xianshi smiled. "You think that with the destruction of the Upper Realm and the Nine Halls of True Kings, the Thirteen Noble Families have declined. Yet you do not know that my Thirteen Noble Families still possess the Ten Yama Kings and the Eighteen Layers of Hell. The Upper Realm was merely half of my Thirteen Noble Families' power."
Behind him, the concubine held her son, looking at them with a trace of terror.
She had experienced life and death.
She was the last concubine Yan Xianshi took, and when she crossed his threshold,