The Heavenly King of the Imperial Way had little fondness for scions of Aristocratic Clans like Hu Sifeng, and he knew all too well how arrogant Hu Sifeng was.
Otherwise, Hu Sifeng should have come to pay his respects before taking up his post, instead of following the Evil Court's envoy straight into the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way's Mansion. Though he disliked Hu Sifeng, he had still shown him the courtesy of receiving him. But the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way had not the slightest intention of continuing the conversation or growing closer to him.
They had chatted perfunctorily for half a cup of tea, a length of time befitting Hall Master Hu's status. The Heavenly King of the Imperial Way was just about to send Hu Sifeng on his way when a figure hurried into the hall. Su Bingjun's face darkened at once.
The newcomer was none other than Wang Rongrong, the man Su Bingjun loathed and feared most.
Wang Rongrong had already been left dispirited by one blow after another from Su Bingjun. Who could have guessed that Suijie would appear out of nowhere and give the wretched man another chance to catch his breath?
Previously, right here in the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way's Mansion, Wang Rongrong had even used Suijie to pull off that Miraculous Brushwork trick, making Su Bingjun lose face in the worst way. Old grudges and new burned in his memory without a moment's respite.
Wang Rongrong stopped in the middle of the hall and bowed to the Heavenly King of the Imperial Way. His expression was awkward, and he seemed to have something to say but could not bring himself to speak.
Su Bingjun said, "If you have something to report, then report it. If not, leave. Can't