“Ah, mm, go easy on me. You’re hurting me!” A woman’s breathy moans came from inside the room. The tea Lin Fan had just brought over slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor. Su Ruoxue hurriedly got dressed and came to the doorway. “Why are you up here? Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed on the second floor?”
Back then, he chose love, only to be pushed into the river by the woman he loved most. He was consumed by resentment, fury, and despair. Now that he had another chance, he would make the faithless pay. What did he have to fear from Jiangcheng’s grandmasters? From the War God of the Heavenly Strategy? From the number-one expert on the Heaven Ranking? Truth belongs to the strong.
