Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 87 Spring Begins
He Guangzong's chest heaved with rage.
In fact, He Mingxuan was not one of those utterly worthless descendants of the He Family, after all, he had stepped into the Tendon Changing Level. Otherwise, the He Family would not have let him serve as the Deputy Head Officer of the South City District, harboring the idea that he would eventually take over as the Chief Constable.
If he were truly the type who only knew how to indulge in pleasure, He Guangzong might not have become so infuriated. After all, with the He Family's vast business and wealth, what would be the harm in having a few more prodigals? They would still have their utility in spreading the family's branches.
"Fourth Uncle, I acted impulsively without giving it enough thought..."
He Mingxuan fell silent for a while and gradually calmed down before speaking softly.
Seeing He Mingxuan's reaction, He Guangzong finally managed to suppress some of his anger and said sternly, "Do you know where you went wrong?"