Tempest Domain.
Palu Star Belt.
One of the thirty-two major trade planets.
Shi Aotian lounged sideways in the seat of honor, absentmindedly listening to the incessant chatter coming from below.
The speaker was his younger brother.
Ranked twenty-eighth in the family, his name was Shi Bashi.
Although his name resembled Shi Aotian's, both sounding exceedingly valiant and overflowing with dominance.
Their personalities and ways of doing things, however, were worlds apart.
Simply put, this twenty-eighth brother of his was nothing but trash.
At the coming-of-age ceremony years ago, their father had been fair and impartial, granting him seventy-two planets to manage as he pleased.
Yet in less than three short years, he had squandered them until only six remained!
And five of those had only been saved because their older brothers and sisters had secretly stepped in to help.
The remaining one was Shi Bashi's residential planet.
His incompetence was plain for all to see!
Shi Aotian had thought that after getting battered by the market and seeing the ugliness of human nature, this useless twenty-eighth brother would finally settle down for good and honestly tend to his own little patch of land.
Shi Bashi had indeed kept quiet for a while.
He acted as his puppet shopkeeper, continually challenging the Abyss Tower and focusing on improving his own strength.
But ever since Shi Bashi cleared the nineteenth floor of the Abyss Tower, things seemed to have returned to how they used to be.
This useless fool began constantly visiting his older brothers and sisters, promoting the plan he considered grand but was actually incredibly idiotic.
As the sixth person Shi Bashi had visited, Shi Aotian had long since learned the full story from the siblings before him.
So the moment Shi Bashi stepped into the hall, he had already