Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the three people on that side. One of them, dressed in red, looking triumphant and wanton. He had a beautiful face and outstanding temperament. His beautiful lips held a subtle smile. For some reason, seen from his perspective, there’s something strange going on.
Next to him was a young man in purple and another in an ornate dress. The former was baby-faced. His chin was slightly lifted, looking a bit arrogant. The latter was a chubby guy with a good-natured mien and tiny eyes narrowed into a line.
Seeing these three men’s eyes were fixed on him, he folded his arms across his chest, asking. “You guys, what are you looking at, staring at me?”
“Song Ming.”
Feng Jiu looked at him, sizing him up thoroughly as if penetrating to the very bottom. He’s at the later stage of Foundation Building, around 18 to 19 years old, wearing a loose long gown, leaning against the wall with his hands folded across his chest and his feet swaying slightly. He looked like a slovenly ruffian.
From the information that she received from the academy, Song Ming’s family was somewhat complicated. His mother died of illness when he was five years old. In the same year, his father had a woman on the side as well as two sons. One was the same age as him and the other was one year younger than him. In the year of his mother’s death, his father married the woman.
A five-year-old child could incite his mother’s clan and prevent his father from marrying the woman as the legal wife of the Song family. Under the pressure of the elders and the family members of his mother’s clan, the woman could only be a concubine and was called Second Madam. The two sons related to him could only become sons born of a concubine.
Perhaps due to his family environment, he was unruly since childhood. He’s associated with all kinds of brawls, gambling and beautiful women. However, he was remarkably gifted since he was young, supported by his mother’s family and supported by his family’s elders. It’s not too much to say that he was also a tyrant at home and no one could discipline him at all.
She looked at him, but said nothing, for when Song Ming caught sight of a few people not far away, he took the money wrapped inside the Heaven and Earth bag from the young attendant’s hand and ran away. “You go back first, I’ll go chat with a beauty.”
“Young Master, don’t run away. The family head wants you to go back!” When those people saw him escaping, they immediately shouted and chased after him.
Feng Jiu glanced at those men. Two of them were Golden Core cultivators while others behind them were Great Spirit Master. It seemed they could catch Song Ming in no time at all.
“I’ve met Song Ming for one or two days a long time ago, but it seems that he doesn’t remember us.” Duan Ye commented. He looked at Feng Jiu and asked, “How are you going to take him away? His family is a mess! He probably wants to stay here and make trouble for his licentious father. He won’t go with us to the Hell Mountains.”
Feng Jiu looked askance at him and answered in a leisurely manner. “You also know that each one of you is troublesome?”
Duan Ye snorted and didn’t open his eyes. They weren’t troublesome! They just didn’t want to be constrained.
“Let’s find a place to stay! It’s all here. Now that we are here, why don’t we visit the Song Family sometime?” Ning Lang spoke and looked around. “Let’s go and have a look. There should be an inn ahead.”
“Let’s go!”
She went with them, intending to find a place to stay in the inn first. However, after entering the inn and following the shopkeeper to their three booked rooms, just as she was about to go upstairs, she heard a young man’s surprised voice from behind.
“Whose pet is this? Is it for sale? ”