Northern Border, Flame City, Yan Family.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—do not bully the poor young man!"
In the vast hall, the eight-year-old boy stood tall, his every word ringing like metal. His face was written with defiance, as though a lion lurked within his eyes.
Yet all he received in response was scornful laughter.
Despite such an attitude, none of the Yan Family dared show the slightest dissatisfaction, for the other party's background was simply too great. They were the sole overlord of the Northern Border.
The Northern Border's Divine Martial Sect!
"Enough of this useless nonsense, Yan Xiao. Your parents are both dead now, while my Miss is about to enter the Divine Martial Sect and possesses a far grander future."
"Do you intend to hold her back like this?"
"Miss is very grateful for the resources you provided her over the years, but you two are no longer from the same world. Part ways here, and let all be well!"
"Why haven't you dissolved the engagement yet?"
At these words, the boy immediately looked toward the beautiful young girl beside the middle-aged man who had spoken. Yet she merely returned his gaze with icy indifference.
Once, in the eyes of others, they had been a perfect pair, a golden boy and jade girl. But after she gained the favor of the Divine Martial Sect, everything changed. A boy whose parents had died, who had no one to rely on, and whose talent was only barely acceptable, was like an ant on the ground compared to a star in the sky.
The former could only look up at the latter.
Thinking this, the girl simply withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at the boy. Beside her, the middle-aged man said impatiently: