Watching the lively scene in the Council Hall, Ou Peng felt an extreme sense of satisfaction. Wasn't a man's life meant to hold up a patch of peaceful sky and stable earth? It seemed he had already done so.
Just as Ou Peng was intoxicated with self-satisfaction, he saw a beautiful figure enter the Council Hall. His eyes lit up, and the smile on his face deepened. The one who had entered was Ou Yan, his only full-blooded younger sister.
Ou Peng's childhood had been bitter. His parents had died early, and he and his sister had depended on each other for survival. After he was accepted as a disciple by a master of the Misty Sect, his sister naturally followed him into the sect as well. However, she had not taken Ou Peng's master as her own teacher. Instead, she grew up at Huanxi Mountain Villa under the care of Ou Peng's martial mother. Ou Peng's master had no children, and when he stepped down, the position of Sect Leader of the Misty Sect was decided only after careful consideration. Huanxi Mountain Villa, meanwhile, had been directly handed over to Ou Yan by Ou Peng's martial mother. In other words, even if Ou Peng had not become the Sect Leader of the Misty Sect, Huanxi Mountain Villa would still have belonged to Ou Yan. Ou Yan did not control Huanxi Mountain Villa merely because she was Ou Peng's sister.
In truth, given the relationship between Huanxi Mountain Villa and the Misty Sect, many people believed it should have been managed by Ou Peng's wife. Unfortunately, many things could not exist simply because they appeared reasonable.
Yet the Misty Six Tigers did not see it that way. Most of them still remembered the little girl who had arrived with Ou