Xiao He heard the devastating news. Grief surged from his heart, tears spilling uncontrollably as he wailed on the spot.
After thirty years apart, his pure and spotless precious little sister, Xiao Lingyue, had been rooted by Xiang Yuan, that black-hearted wild boar. She had even borne several piglets for him—and those piglets had piglets of their own.
The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. He cried miserably.
The more sorrowful Xiao He was, the happier Xiang Yuan became. He kept a straight face, while inwardly blooming with delight.
This world was nice. Quite a joyful place.
Xiao He wailed for quite some time. Seeing that Xiang Yuan seemed about to lose his composure, he cut off his crying with a howl and asked unwillingly, "You're lying to me, right?"
Please, big brother is kneeling before you. Hurry up and say you're lying!
"Brother-in-law, look at my cultivation. A Nether Passage Realm grandmaster—could that possibly be achieved in just two or three years?"
Xiang Yuan swayed slightly, releasing a trace of his aura and putting a little pressure on Xiao He. With a solemn face, he raised a finger. "Thirty years, genuine and unquestionable—not one year more, not one year less. The facts are right before your eyes. With your intelligence and breadth of vision, could I possibly fool you?"
"..."
Xiao He's last shred of hope died on the spot. He cried even harder.
Feeling utterly refreshed, Xiang Yuan ignored Xiao He's loud sobbing and slung an arm over his shoulders like they were close brothers. "Brother-in-law does have some talent. When did you reach Spirit Transformation? Your strength isn't bad—you're almost catching up to Xiang He."
The moment he heard the name Xiang He, Xiao He's heart turned to ashes. Back home, Xiao He