"Even elder brother cannot stand in front of my family," the younger man said. His voice was flat. The statement, the declaration, was not a boast. It was a fact. The younger man's family, his lineage, was powerful enough that even the elder brother, the Divine Integration cultivator, could not challenge them. "Do you think it matters? The emperor? The Human Ancestral Sect? In front of my family, they are nothing."
The woman, the prodigy, trembled. Her cold face, her beautiful features, contorted with frustration. She sighed. Her internal thoughts, the voice inside her head, were a scream of suppressed rage.
