Zhou Family.
Zhou Chaoli's face was dark, his gaze shadowed.
At this moment, his second son, Zhou Tian, was kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
His injuries were extremely severe. The wounds in his spirit had spilled over and manifested upon his flesh. With injuries like these, let alone getting out of bed, anyone else would have done well just to lie there gasping for breath.
But he was different. Both his parents were Golden Core cultivators, as was his elder brother, and their family foundation ran deep. After lying in bed for less than ten days, most of his injuries had already healed.
He had been in a terrible mood these past few days. His magical treasure was gone, and he had tasted agony beyond endurance. He hated the person who had defeated him to the bone, wishing he could tear them into ten thousand pieces.
With his temperament, there was no chance he would blame himself. He pinned every cause upon Li Su instead, resenting him for refusing to lose—resenting him for defeating him.
Today, however, his mood had improved greatly, because news had arrived: the person who had wounded him had appeared.
He immediately knew his chance for revenge had come. Zhou Ming would surely go find the man, reclaim the magical treasure, and kill him. Though he knew Zhou Ming was not acting to avenge him, but merely for the Zhou Family's honor, he did not care. All he wanted was revenge.
Yet after waiting for a long time, he did not receive news of Zhou Ming's triumphant return. Instead, he received news that Zhou Ming had been gravely injured and had nearly died.
Zhou Tian could hardly believe it. He immediately rushed out, intending to see what had happened.
Instead, he ran straight into his