Wang Xinglong's heart was bleeding. Wang Hao was his only grandson, the one he had poured all his heart and soul into.
But now, Wang Hao was dead. Worse, he had been killed in front of everyone, a humiliating death at the hands of Mo Qi, an Outer Sect Disciple who supposedly couldn't even cultivate.
He wished he could strike Mo Qi dead on the spot, but he couldn't.
He was the only person, besides Wang Hao, Fang Min, and Gu Dong, who knew the real story.
Mo Qi had jumped into the Wailing Abyss, yet not only had he survived, but his power had grown so much that even Wang Hao was no match for him.
Wang Xinglong suspected that Mo Qi had obtained a heaven-defying stroke of fortune in the Wailing Abyss, perhaps even discovering an immense treasure.
Otherwise, how could Mo Qi, who couldn't even condense True Essence, possibly defeat Wang Hao—a man with Refining God Cultivation and a full set of Profound Level gear? It simply didn't make sense.
