Things had become a little troublesome.
The sword art itself was no problem for Li Su. The problem was that cup of wine—the ties behind it ran deep, so deep that even the Xue Family could not suppress them.
As Pei Feng, he had indeed displayed some talent. For instance, his command of the Calamity Heart Sword was enough to place him among the first-rate prodigies.
But that alone was not enough to make the Xue Family take notice of him.
After all, there was still a gap between first-rate and top-tier.
The kind of prodigy who could truly make the Xue Family view him differently would probably need talent on Qiao Tian or Xiao Zhan's level before being qualified to move them.
There were not ten thousand, but certainly several thousand people throughout the vast Primordial World who had displayed circumstances similar to Li Su's. And among those several thousand, there were far more than a few with backgrounds better than his.
Under normal circumstances, they should have suppressed the matter, smoothed it over, and made everyone shut their mouths.
It would not even have been strange if they had simply killed Pei Feng to be ruthless about it.
Yet Madam Xue, who had appeared, had chosen to make this into an established fact.
In other words, in her heart, her own daughter's importance was actually lower than that so-called Love Wine. Or perhaps, if this was not done, her daughter's situation would be far from good.
Her maternal clan was at least a force no weaker than the Xue Family.
Without question, for an undercover agent, being dragged into such a massive vortex would make what came next extremely troublesome.
With karmic ties involved, even if he wanted to pull away and leave now, he could not.
Sitting