Dark clouds shrouded Li Houcheng's face.
Although he had survived by a stroke of luck thanks to the [Eastern Sunken Pavilion], his circumstances had plummeted a thousand fathoms compared to before. Once the universally respected head of the Eastern Bian Li Clan, he was now nothing at all.
By this point, Li Houcheng understood that he had become a discarded pawn of the Eastern Bian Li Clan, sacrificed to cultivate good relations with [Return to True Celestial Person] Zhang Yuan. There was no possibility of returning.
Although he had built up considerable connections within the clan, those connections might help with minor matters. Once something involved a True Lord, however, he could not count on them in the slightest.
The Little Ancestor had clearly tacitly approved of digging out spiritual roots to refine [Taiyi Heavenly Gang], yet in the end, when Zhang Yuan rose to prominence, he was still the one who suffered.
How he hated it...
The Lords of Heaven and Earth truly were all heartless, faithless beings.
They had abandoned him this time to befriend Zhang Yuan instead, presumably because Zhang Yuan was more useful.
The waiter looked at the despairing Li Houcheng, shook his head, and sighed. He was always so charitable and could never bear to see suffering in the mortal world. Since that was the case, he would reluctantly lend Li Houcheng a hand. Letting him put his remaining usefulness to work would not be a bad idea.
"Dear customer, how about I point you toward a way out?" the waiter said, raising his eyebrows with his trademark false smile.
Hearing this, Li Houcheng hurriedly said, "Please enlighten me, Senior."
The waiter did not speak immediately, but gave two dry coughs.
Advice was advice, but it still depended on whether Li Houcheng knew how to