The Martial Arts Arena of the Qin Prince's Residence.
Qin Xiao sat cross-legged in the center, his hands resting on his knees and his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.
After a long while, Qin Xiao suddenly coughed out a breath of foul air. His already pallid face immediately grew even paler.
He gave a bitter smile and sighed. "It seems my path in martial arts really has come to an end."
Since waking up, he had tried more than once to break through to the King Realm again.
Unfortunately, no matter what he did, he could not succeed.
His body was now like a sieve riddled with holes, the spiritual energy within it still slowly draining away.
If Qin Xiao's estimate was correct, his cultivation would have to fall at least to the early Grandmaster Realm before this condition stopped completely.
Qin Lang walked over from the side and said earnestly, "Foster Father, returning to the King Realm is no small matter. You mustn't rush it, lest you hurt yourself."
Qin Xiao shook his head helplessly. "How could I not be anxious? Without a King Realm powerhouse presiding over the Qin Family, what right do we have to call ourselves the Qin Prince's Residence?"
"The Qin Family may seem peaceful now, but many families have already begun suppressing our businesses everywhere."
"As long as I remain the lord of this fief, they won't let up."
The more Qin Xiao thought about it, the angrier he became. The meek truly were bullied, just as docile horses were ridden.
Back when he was a King Realm powerhouse, whenever there were benefits to be had, he would share some with the other families rather than taking everything for himself.
Yet now, barely after waking up, he had received one report after another of shops