How many times had it been?
Huangfu Jinhuan could no longer count how many times he had suffered at Wang Shouzhe's hands.
Now, whenever that name was mentioned, his heart filled with shadows. It made him feel as though he had lived all these years like a dog, to the point of nearly becoming withdrawn.
This time, he had painstakingly plotted for a long while. To prepare all manner of trump cards, he had even pawned off much of his family's assets. He had specifically dispatched a clan elder to travel thousands of miles to the Monan Huangfu Clan, shamelessly weeping and pleading until he obtained another two Red Fire Dragon Scales.
Because of this, the ties between his family and the Monan Huangfu Clan had been more or less exhausted.
All his efforts had merely been to prepare for the enemy at their strongest and raise his odds of victory by a few points.
The Changning Huangfu Clan truly could not afford another loss.
And the final outcome had gone just as he wished. That young master with his endless tricks had ultimately fallen into his hands.
This finally restored much of Huangfu Jinhuan's confidence.
Who could have imagined that, just as he was riding high on the spring breeze, Wang Shouzhe would appear again like a nightmare?
Huangfu Jinhuan's face turned deathly pale, and even his voice trembled. "Why? Why are you here?"
Why was this brat haunting him like a lingering ghost?
"Clan Head Jinhuan, those words are a bit too much~" Wang Shouzhe said with a smile, utterly composed. "This Blood Nest Base isn't run by your family. I don't need to report to you just because I came to explore the ruins, do I?"
Having said that.
His gaze fell upon the disheveled young master,