Ling Haotian slept very early that night. He seemed not to feel that there was a quiet atmosphere surging in the air, and there was a warm feeling surging in the entire Xiangyun tribe.
Only Yu Xing himself knew what it meant to Yu Xing when the sun rose from the east tomorrow morning. Yu Xing touched the seal in his pocket, which was the one that his father handed to Yu Xing with a look of expectation before he left.
Yuxing wished that he could still smile as heartlessly as he used to be and wreak havoc on him. He wished he could be aware of it at any time, but now Yuxing had no right to do so. Yuxing now bore the fate of too many people on his shoulders.
When the sun rose from the east the next morning with a mocking expression, all the people's cheeks were flushed. They looked out of
