Feng Hu returned to his room, utterly dejected.
'Life is just like a play,' he thought. After his father's death, he, the son of the City Lord, had become nothing more than an insignificant pebble in the eyes of others, to be tossed aside at will.
He had once held a sliver of hope for his cousin, Tang Yuan, but now, that hope was completely gone.
At the same time, he was filled with immense hatred for Li Long.
Li Long had actually made him a janitor. He was a Martial King Expert, after all.
It was an unbearable humiliation.
Feng Hu went back to his father's room.
"Dad, I'm sorry."
"There's no place for me in the City Lord's Mansion anymore."
He prepared to leave the City Lord's Mansion. As for where he would go...
He shook his head.
He began to sort through his father's belongings. His father's death had been so sudden, so unexpected, that he had left no last words for him.
He went through all of his father's things.
For the most part, there was nothing of importance.
