Translator: Pika

  Zheng Dan and Xie Daoyun couldn’t help but stare at Sang Hong. They were just as confused as King Liang. Why would Sang Hong do something like that?

  Sang Hong struggled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, he showed no sign of panic, but flashed a faint smile instead. “Respectfully, I have no idea what you are talking about. Everyone here knows that our Sang clan has a grudge against that kid. He even had the nerve to interfere with my son’s..