Oh, You Like Docile?

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Inside a forest, a man in a hoodie clenched his fists and punched a thick tree, his face hidden under the fabric. His eyes glowed with anger behind the shadow of his hoodie.

"That bastard Feng Fan…" The voice belonged to none other than Qian Niu, the former Qian Emperor. "It's all his fault."

Ren Xiu, his first wife and the only person who had escaped with him, gently placed her hand on his shoulder. 

"Husband, we still have a chance. We can still kill him!"

Qian Niu turned to look at her. The anger in his eyes softened slightly, but he shook his head. 

"Impossible. How could we even get close to him? The Dao Seeking School is watching the White Crow Sect. If anyone tries to attack them, they'll face the wrath of a Transcending Tribulation expert."

"Oh, but what if there's a way?"

A voice interrupted their conversation, cutting through the air.

"Who's there?!" Qian Niu spun around, his eyes narrowing.