“What?! You little bastard!”

The old man’s angry roar shook the whole house slightly, and the warriors who were busy in the other houses all smiled wryly.

It seemed that their good laugh, Young Lord, came back.

Standing in front of the window, Li Hong watched the Chief of the Thousand Cities Camp holding the inkstone and chasing after his son, who was about to become a King Warrior. He couldn’t help making an expression with envy ...