Jiang Buping frowned at the young man, puzzlement showing in his eyes. This man harbored a hatred that soared to the heavens, as though he and Jiang Buping had a blood feud that could never be reconciled. Yet no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could not remember what grudge he had with the other party.
"A member of the Jiang family?"
That was naturally the first possibility that came to mind.
Jiang Buping immediately dismissed it. The Jiang family no longer had anyone who bore a grudge against him, and there was no one who would seek revenge for Jiang Tianming.
"A powerhouse from the Netherworld Prison? Is he the same person as Jiang Tianming's? Could it be that everyone targeting me has been plotting this behind the scenes?"
"What grudge have I ever had with the Netherworld Prison? Why are they targeting me like this?"
A glint flashed through Jiang Buping's eyes, and his brows instantly furrowed. Hidden within the young man's soul was a remnant soul—and it was the very same remnant soul as Jiang Tianming's.
Jiang Tianming had targeted him, and his final support had been the master of this remnant soul. Now, this person whose hatred soared to the heavens, who acted as though he and Jiang Buping had a blood feud, also had a remnant soul hidden within his own soul.
Jiang Buping could not help but think further. Could both incidents truly have been coincidences? How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Both had happened to target him, and the people targeting him both had the other party's remnant soul inside them.
At this thought, Jiang Buping's expression turned cold, and anger surfaced in his eyes. Today, he would drag that other party out and question him properly.