“Ling Xian has come without an invitation, I beg your pardon.”
The words echoed softly across the reception hall, a perfectly courteous greeting yet they sent a bone-chilling shiver down Ling Tian Nan’s spine.
[Come without an invitation?
And begs for my pardon?
What a bloody insult! There is nowhere inside the City of Qing that you cannot go without an invitation. Such rudeness!]
Ling Tian Nan eyed Ling Xian then shifted his gaze onto the two visitors behind him – Ling Hu and his mother. His heart sank at the sight of them.
He couldn’t believe this little good-for-nothing nobody was Ling Xian’s brother.
What sort of hero was Ling Xian?
The hero who slaughtered two foundational-level warriors, the mightiest cultivator in the City of Qing, the genius who tamed the Eyes of Execution, the Heaven’s Favorite!
[Couldn’t you have revealed to me earlier that you were Ling Xian’s brother? If you had, I would never have humiliated you.]