Zhi Hao sat beside the tombstone, his mother's final resting place. "Mom, now I am not a trash that can be insulted. I will carve my own name in legends," he whispered softly, his eyes filled with tears.
He kissed the tombstone, then told in a low voice about his experiences while training in the World Ring, how he was able to gain extraordinary power. Even though it was just a story without an answer, it was enough to relieve his heart.
“Young Master, the Patriarch is calling for you,” a female servant's voice broke the silence.
Zhi Hao stood up straight, "Fine. Looks like the Xiao Clan is making a move. What are they really thinking? Even though Xiao Lui is just an insignificant slave," he muttered, slightly dismissive. "Where is daddy waiting for me?"
"In the Clan hall, Young Master
