It was Wu Yong’s turn. The ten-year-old son of Wu Taohua walked up the stairs, paused at the top, and turned to sneer at Wu Jian. Sparks were practically shooting off the boy’s eyes. Wu Jian was almost tempted to look away, but he felt more confident now that his strength test had been revealed. It gave him the courage to look Wu Yong in the eye. That just caused his older half-brother’s sneer to become even uglier as he turned around and walked up to the testing stone.
“He really hates you,” Wu Meiying muttered. “I wonder why?”
“I don’t know. He wasn’t always like this.”
“No, he was not. I wonder what changed him.”