Li Chunfeng grabbed Mu Zicai by the arm, signaling him not to speak up on his behalf, though inwardly he was deeply touched by his loyalty.
"I yield, I yield..." Li Chunfeng clutched his chest, revealing blood-stained teeth as he spoke.
In the past, he stood at the pinnacle of cultivators, admired and envied by all, hearing nothing but sycophantic flattery. Now, fallen to a rough-and-tumble place teeming with all sorts of people, he finally understood that what people used to look up to was not him himself, but his identity as the son of the head of the Li family.
Chapter 30