He rubbed his forehead and said:
"If we really had divine foresight, how could our Zhuge family have been so fiercely suppressed by the Sima family, who were just lucky to rise to the top ten...."
Zhuge Si's words stopped abruptly, squinting his eyes:
"Speak of the devil...."
A man in a silver robe was walking towards them, a figure the siblings knew all too well — the leader of the younger generation of the Sima family.
Sima Shi.
The man in the silver robe walked along the long street with his hands behind his back, giving the siblings a faint glance:
"So, are you also out searching for the Netherworld Ghost Market?"
Zhuge Yuyi's pretty face turned cold:
"What does it have to do with you?"
Sima Shi sneered:
"Why so angry? I am the leader of the Sima family's younger generation, and you are the head of this generation's Zhuge family."
