"Hiss... I didn't become a villain, did I?"
After listening to his cheap father's words, Mo Shang silently developed a bad feeling.
Brotherly love and respect, a united family, no scheming or infighting—was that really the standard setup for a righteous family? No matter how he looked at it, something felt off!
As everyone knew, any family that had a Child of Fortune in it was usually rife with intrigue and struggles for power and profit. For the sake of even the tiniest benefit, relatives would tear their faces apart—such things were commonplace.
Within the family, the Child of Fortune was usually the persecuted one. A useless nobody would be mocked, a genius would have his bones dug out and blood drained—basically, they would be tormented however cruelly possible...
Then, following the usual feel-good novel formula, the Child of Fortune would obtain a heaven-defying opportunity in the depths of despair, soar into the skies from then on, and embark upon the road of revenge.
"Shang'er, what's wrong?"
Mo Shang's father had no idea what Mo Shang was thinking. Seeing that his expression was rather off, he could not help asking.
"No, I'm fine..." Mo Shang came back to his senses and forced out a smile.
"That's good. Let's return to the clan first. Everyone is waiting for you to come back..." Hearing that, Mo Shang's father did not say anything further and prepared to take Mo Shang back to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan.
"Alright..." Mo Shang did not refuse and nodded.
Seeing this, Mo Shang's father did not delay any longer. He raised a hand and tore through space, and a portal appeared before them.
Passing through the portal, the four of them appeared amid an expanse of rolling mountains.
As far as the eye could