The Ge Clan's old residence in Fuji City set this night ablaze.
The glory of an ancient Name Gate was the hottest kindling, making the flames rage all the more wildly.
Ge Fei moved efficiently. He had not made his father suffer, nor had he allowed the family members in this great residence to feel too much pain.
Though cruel by nature and quite willing to savor his prey's agony before death, he wanted to be a man who knew propriety. He could not let his own kin suffer too long.
Ge Fei had already resolved to inherit his teacher's will and make this nation strong. For him, it was also the best choice. As Gao Zheng's only publicly acknowledged direct heir, he could naturally inherit everything Gao Zheng possessed, including that immense prestige.
His glory and Yue Kingdom's glory were now one and the same.
Killing was the simplest thing. What was complicated was what came after.
Earlier, when he emerged from seclusion and defeated Zhongli Yan, Chu Kingdom's chief envoy, it had not been an easy battle. To defeat him yet be unable to kill him had left Ge Fei deeply frustrated. Afterward, Senior Brother Wen had even told him to wait on the mountain and lie low for a while—lying low was something he had only come to understand after arriving in The Present World.
There was no such thing in the Mountain and Sea Realm. In that place where the weak were meat for the strong, one had to display strength at all times. Show even the slightest weakness, and the vicious beasts circling around would tear you apart and devour you.
This time, he had descended the mountain to serve as the representative of the awakened noble houses, to lead their reform and embrace the