Before long, Li Changsheng's breathing steadied, and he had entered a deep sleep.
Li Changsheng's breathing was even. He seemed to be fast asleep.
"Hmph, a mere Qi Refining Seventh Layer cultivator dares challenge me? You truly don't know your place. Just wait—you'll soon be begging for mercy, crying for your parents. I think you'll be spending the rest of your life in this room. Hahaha!"
Beside him, a bearded middle-aged man in blue robes with sharp eyes sneered. He appeared to be the steward of the Nangong Family.
As he looked at Li Changsheng lying on the bed, his eyes were filled with contempt and mockery, as though he were laughing at Li Changsheng. In his view, Li Changsheng was humiliating himself.
Li Changsheng truly was humiliating himself. Among the Nangong Family's disciples, he could only be considered one of the lowest-ranked. Yet a Qi Refining Seventh Layer disciple dared provoke Nangong Yu. He truly was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, not knowing how the word "death" was written!
Li Changsheng's actions would only make him appear even more pathetic in everyone's eyes.
"Brother Li, Brother Li, get up and have breakfast."
"Mm, coming, coming."
Li Changsheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, then climbed out of bed and began gathering his things.
"Brother Li, this way, please!"
Nangong Yu led Li Changsheng toward the dining hall. Once they arrived, they sat down at a table and began breakfast.
The dining hall was not very large, with only one round dining table, but it was covered with all kinds of food. Every dish had been made from the meat of various spirit beasts.
"Brother Nangong Yu, I'm terribly sorry. I fell asleep earlier."
Holding a piece of roasted meat, Li Changsheng spoke. He had not eaten breakfast at all, and