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But in Four Directions City, at the Five Sects Assembly, Zhou Lang's former brilliance had faded into something unremarkable beside the others. The true prodigies of heaven were far more dazzling than Zhao Ruowu had imagined. Still, she knew her own limits. The best cultivator husband she could hope for was someone like Zhou Lang.

So she had to fight for her future. She needed to appear before the head of the Zhou Household and tell him that a union between her and Zhou Lang still held value for the lineage: they were highly likely to have talented children.

In truth, even if Zhao Ruowu had not appeared, Zhou's father had already intended to marry them off as soon as possible.

Zhou Ji had been beaten within an inch of his life, but he was a cultivator. To a cultivator, these flesh wounds were nothing two pills could not fix. "Fa...ther, let..."

"Let you leave the Zhou Household?" His father smiled, his voice edged with gritted teeth. "As a son of the Zhou Household, you've enjoyed the lion's share of its resources. You have obligations to fulfill. I'm merely teaching you to face reality. And speaking of which, you chose to make trouble for Yonglu Mountain's junior granduncle in the secret realm. You certainly know how to pick your targets. Fortunately, the Five Major Sects have been magnanimous. They seem to have no intention of making trouble for the Zhou Household."

Zhou's father thought of the young man with the brocade band over his eyes. If that young man had been born into the Zhou Household, the family would surely have risen beyond Nanfeng City and become a mighty power on the continent.

Zhou Ji stared in shock. "He..."

"You met him before the tournament. Where did you see him?