Ling Haoyan's mind was a blank.
He looked around at the faces smiling at him and fell into vanity.
He forgot his cowardice, forgot he was scared to wet himself by Mo Ningxiang, forgot his timidity and incompetence.
Only remembered that he killed Feng Qingshui.
Dongmen Buju saw that Ling Haoyan was still somewhat nervous, so he patted the latter's shoulder and leaned in to whisper, "Don't be nervous. You don't need to worry about what exactly happened before, just remember one thing. You killed Feng Qingshui. As for what state Feng Qingshui was in at the time, what state you were in, no one will care. After today, you will completely break free from your father's shadow, and no one in the Heavenly Clan will question your status anymore."
Ling Haoyan looked blankly at Dongmen Buju, watching the latter raise his hand high, his heart surged with waves.
Unease.
Doubt.
Confusion.
