The Northern Border, the Yan Family of Yan City.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! Never bully a boy for being poor!"
In the spacious hall, an eight-year-old boy stood with his head held high and chest puffed out, speaking each word with ringing clarity. Unyielding defiance was written across his face, and his eyes seemed to hold a caged lion.
However, his words were met only with scornful laughter.
Yet despite this attitude, no one in the Yan Family dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction. The visitors' background was simply too formidable—they were from the sole hegemon of the Northern Border.
The Divine Martial Sect of the Northern Border!
"Cut the useless drivel, Yan Xiao. Your parents are dead, and my young mistress is about to enter the Divine Martial Sect. She has a much brighter future ahead of her."
"Do you really want to hold her back like this?"
