Zhang Mansion…
In one night, its residents were unable to recover from their attacked state.
Zhang Taiying stayed up all night, but he too did not know what he was thinking.
However, the silhouette of that weak yet formidable young man was etched in his mind.
Crack!
He tightened his fist and slowly released it.
In this world, there were too many helpless situations mixed with reality. It had never occurred to Zhang Taiying in the past when Tiansang City was not so vibrant and Zhang Mansion could dominate one end of it.
Nowadays, there was a mixture of good and evil people. If they let their guard down and revealed their weakness, they would be attacked by similar folks again.
After this night, Zhang Taiying finally understood it.
Even if he was a Sovereign Stage, the limitations of this world still confined him.
He could not break free and could only witness himself sinking deeper and deeper, inch by inch.