Thinking about it, the masked man glanced around him, his lips slowly curling into a sinister smile.
An Bingfeng, back then you won because you fought hard and had no attachments, because luck favored you, climbing up to the then Royal Residence, now the Grand Emperor.
But now, you inevitably have attachments, so in this round, you are destined to lose.
Outside, An Pingfeng stood far behind, Mu Yi was beside him waiting.
Someone reported, "Sir, someone inside asks for you to enter alone, otherwise, the young master's life will be forfeit."
Saying this, the guard presented an item, it was the headband worn by An Yu.
An Bingfeng took it, his hand already bulging with veins due to anger.
"An Bingren!" Back then, he spared him considering his young age, not involving him in the events, never expecting it would cause today's disaster.
Leave no root after cutting grass, for spring wind lets it grow again.
