Chapter 758 A Succesion of Comers

Heng Ji was frustrated.

His son died in a shroud of mystery while the murder was still sauntering around with apparent impunity—a liberally pathetic fact that could not be accepted by any parent.

“I believe, the chance is yet to come!” He closed his eyes and thought. There would be a competition held among the houses three years later in which the internal disciples would race for preliminary rank while the outer disciples for the internal slots.

Quite a perfect timing.

“I...