On the night we broke off the engagement, three of my ribs were broken by my fiancée's suitor and I was thrown into the garbage in the back alley.
He pointed at my nose and called me a loser, not worthy of Bingshan President Su Qingxue.
But Su Qingxue just watched coldly and acquiesced to all this.
She said: "Xiao Feng, we are not from the same world. This is a lesson for you to recognize the reality."
In the endless darkness and severe pain, the dragon-shaped jade pendant left by Master on my neck suddenly glowed hot, dragging my consciousness into a magnificent and mysterious hall.
"Welcome the Palace Master to return to the Dragon Soul Palace." A vast voice sounded in my mind.
That night, I practiced in my dream for ten years.
The next morning, I climbed up from the garbage pile. All the injuries on my body had healed, and my inner strength was as strong as a vast ocean.
I moved my muscles and clenched my fists, and the bones made a crisp sound like exploding beans.
At this time, the group of people who beat me last night came again in a sports car, carrying steel pipes in their hands, and walked toward me with a grin.
They thought I was still the same country bumpkin who could be bullied at will.
I laughed.
They know nothing about power.
