The somewhat sultry night kept the Prefecture Mansion bustling.
Li Tiansheng left the mansion with a grim expression, filled with resentment towards the Liang Mountain Contest Killing God:
"What kind of fools are in Liang Mountain? Such a simple task and they managed to make such a mess of it."
He simply couldn't understand,
how a Seventh Realm expert could inexplicably encounter such a situation right when success was within reach.
"Could it be that the old man set up some protective measures in his precious son's room, or that little guy has some prohibited item on him, making even Cheng Qingniu, the Seventh Realm Gang Control expert, fall victim?"
He speculated internally.
Thinking it was not impossible, since the old man cherished his youngest as if afraid he would melt if held in the mouth or break if held in the hand.
Leaving some protective measures on such a precious child wasn't out of the question.
