The streets of Poison Valley Town were as lively as ever.
Merchants shouted over one another, spirit beasts pulled heavily loaded carts through the market, and mercenaries laughed as they stumbled out of taverns with wine jars in hand.
Then one furious young master ruined everyone's peaceful afternoon.
Gu Bao marched down the street with a face so dark that people instinctively stepped aside.
His fists were clenched.
His teeth grinded together.
The more he thought about the humiliation he had just heavily suffered in the Gu Clan, most importantly in his own mother's private spiritual garden, the angrier he became.
"I have only been gone for a few months..."
"I return as a First Stage Origin Realm cultivator..."
"And Mother escorts that cripple out herself?"
His eyes twitched violently.
"I am the future of the Gu Clan!" Gu Bao muttered to himself, "Then Why don't they see it?"
"Why?"
