Then, their ways of survival are generally not too shabby.
It's just that whenever such times arrive,
there are always some who fail to see the true state of reality,
who fail to discern the strong from the weak.
Similarly, those family powers cannot distinguish what kind of strength is truly formidable.
"Little guy."
"Not in a good mood?"
Inside the palace,
just as Feng Wumian, seated at the head of the room, was about to stand and stretch his limbs,
and at the same time, was planning to take a casual stroll outside,
to take in the view and the situation beyond the palace walls,
a voice suddenly rang out beside him, a voice he found incredibly familiar.
The source of the voice was to his left.
Feng Wumian was momentarily stunned; he promptly turned towards the source of the voice on his left.
Indeed, in that position,
he saw a figure deeply etched into the depths of his mind.