Liao Junyi gazed at the main peak of the Mingwu Sect, a hint of ambition and envy flickering in his eyes.
"Kid, still haven't made up your mind? Look at those servants, clearly of the same status as you, yet they bully you just because they're stronger. You are a direct descendant of the Liao family, but because you have mixed spirit roots, the family sent you to the Mingwu Sect as a servant. The girl you like has fallen into your brother's arms, don't you resent that?"
A voice echoed in Liao Junyi's mind, a voice that frequently appeared after he had claimed ownership of that ring with a drop of blood.
"Kid, if you listen to me, one day I can make you as admired as the little pearl of the Mingwu Sect, and you can freely retaliate against those who bully you."
There was a struggle in Liao Junyi's eyes.
