Lu Chengwen had been feeling intensely frustrated lately.
There had once been a time when he felt he could play this world in the palm of his hand.
He had immense wealth to squander, a whole roster of martial arts masters at his command, and four beautiful female guards to please the eye...
The situation between Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian had grown increasingly stable. Beneath their surface-level conflicts, they had even begun to develop something like brotherly affection in private.
The only uncertainties were the date of the Heavenly Tribulation and the final answer to the mystery.
But too much had happened recently.
Lu Chengwen sat alone in the living room without turning on the lights.
He suddenly felt that it was too quiet. He opened his mouth, about to say something, then suddenly remembered that he did not have a younger sister at all.
That girl who usually kept him company here, who could relieve his stress even when he merely watched her play with toys... had all been putting on an act. She was one of the Jiang Family.
Heh.
Sun Ze had silently followed him for over half a year. Although Lu Chengwen had not treated him poorly, Sun Ze had actually contributed greatly. Much of the important intelligence from the martial arts world had been regularly reported to him by Sun Ze.
He had been toyed with by Martial Uncle, scammed out of money by Jiang Xiaogou, lost his brothers, and even the younger sister he trusted most had turned out to be a Jiang Family member who had merely come to make a fool of him and amuse herself at his expense.
Now, he was even being controlled by Jiang Xiaogou, reduced to a tool for making money.
Lu Chengwen wanted to get rid