"Damn it, let me out! Let me out!"
Beneath a golden giant tower, Dugu Feng was miserably suppressed beneath it. His eyes were bloodshot. Those old bastards really intended to keep him imprisoned.
He was the heir of the Dugu Clan—the true and only heir, the sole heir of a Golden Immortal force.
He had no desire to take a wife right now. Even if he were to marry, he should marry a powerhouse of the same level, not some ugly bitch.
He did not want to resign himself to fate like this.
"Stop shouting. No matter how much you yell, it's useless. In three days, you'll become the Holy Son of our Heavenly Grace Sacred Land. By then, you'll be one of the most honored people in the entire Heavenly Grace Sacred Land."
At that moment, a little boy in a Daoist robe walked over from the distant foot of the mountain. With a foxtail grass stem dangling from the corner of his mouth, he scratched his ear and spoke impatiently.
"Who are you?"
Dugu Feng stared at the little boy before him in astonishment. Judging by his bone age, this child was no more than twenty—yes, twenty—yet his cultivation was actually at the True Immortal realm?
A True Immortal at twenty? Not even novels dared write something like that.
"Me? The Sacred Lord calls me Qingyunzi. And stop making such a racket. Here, the Sacred Lord reigns supreme. The Sacred Lord is heaven itself. Once the Sacred Lord decides something, no one can change it. Just accept your fate."
Qingyunzi came to Dugu Feng's side, patted his backside, and sat down. Dugu Feng fell silent as he looked at him.
Only a barrier separated the two, yet it was like an uncrossable chasm. No matter how hard he