Chongxuan Sheng's morbidly obese figure was often a source of amusement.
Especially when he walked, the fat on his body rippled like water waves, making him all the more ludicrous. What imposing presence could he possibly have?
Most people in this world had inferior family backgrounds, inferior intellect and strategy, and inferior achievements to his, yet because they were not as morbidly obese as he was, they had reason to mock him.
But today, as he walked out without looking back, within the Marquis of Bowang's Mansion as deep as the sea, he was no longer that lonely little fat boy lying on the ground, nor that young master who had learned early on to pile up false smiles. He had become a true "man."
Able to prop up the heavens above and stand firm upon the earth below, bearing alone the wind and rain that shook a tree.
He had not unleashed the Supernatural Power of Law of Heaven and Earth, yet he was taller and stronger than he had ever been.
Clever people always had too many thoughts, their hearts vast and wide. Sometimes, the cleverer one was, the harder it became to know what one truly wanted.
But now, he knew.
Chongxuan Yunbo's voice aged behind him. "Do you know what you will lose by walking out like this?"
Chongxuan Sheng left his youthful voice behind him as well. "I will not remember what I have lost. I only remember what I possess."
What he lost was perhaps the hereditary Marquis of Bowang title, the possibility of catching up to Jiang Wang and Chongxuan Zun in cultivation, the hope of attaining True Insight, the entire tangled web of connections of the Chongxuan Clan, and the present and future of one of the Great Qi Empire's foremost distinguished