Ping Yu Heaven, Li Family.
As Little Wood looked at the magnificent, imposing residence, the inferiority he had not felt in a long time surged back into his heart.
From childhood to adulthood, he had always been someone else's dependent.
Even after meeting the Undertaker, that situation had not improved, because he had merely gone from being Miao Shi's dependent to being the Undertaker's dependent.
But now, he could no longer rely on anyone else.
Miao Shi and Jiang Bo Yue were not by his side, and the Undertaker had not contacted him for a long time either.
So now, he had to face a behemoth like the Li Family of Ping Yu Heaven alone—and take the astronomical sum of fifty billion from them.
Could he really do it by himself?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Little Wood shrank back and did not choose to knock on that heavy gate.
"It's fine, it's fine."
"They won't succeed at something as fantastical as Arabian Nights either."
"Since even they can't succeed, it's only natural that I won't either. Perhaps I don't need to go to the Li Family right now."
"Once they achieve some results, maybe I'll be able to think of a way."
"Or perhaps when the Undertaker returns, he'll give me some useful advice."
"That's right, that's it. Only the Undertaker can handle something like this."
Amid his muttered self-talk, Little Wood silently walked away from the Li Family's entrance.
Ping Yu Heaven, Kong Family.
"So it is Brother Boyue gracing us with his presence. Forgive me for failing to welcome you from afar, forgive me!"
A richly dressed young man walked out with a smile.
Facing the young man's warm welcome, Jiang Bo Yue cupped his hands in greeting. "Brother Kong, it has been a long