"I just want to live an ordinary life and make it to the end."
That was Ling Zifeng's catchphrase. But with such a restless master and an unreliable father, it was never going to be more than talk.
"Other people's children inherit their fathers' businesses. But in my case, I inherit my father's sins?! Why?! If you have a problem with the mess my dad made, go find him! Why are you coming after me?!"
"You can't beat my dad, so you come pick on me to blow off steam? What kind of stupid logic is that! And you make picking on the weak sound so noble!"
Ling Zifeng was furious.
Sometimes he really felt exhausted. He wanted to slack off and take a break from cultivation, but the enemies at his back wouldn't let him. A whole crowd was watching him like hawks, ready to stab him at any moment. Without some real strength, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow's sunrise. Sigh.
