White-robed Wang Tengfei stood on the second boat in the procession. His hands were clasped behind his back as he stared coldly at someone on the ship ahead in the lead position. There stood a man wearing a similar white robe. He closely resembled Wang Tengfei, although he looked a little bit older. He frowned in thought.
This was Wang Lihai 1, Wang Tengfei’s older brother. He was a Dao Child of the Wang Clan, which was a position higher than that held by a trifling Chosen. He was in the late Foundation Establishment Stage, and could achieve Core Formation at almost any time. He was surrounded by various elite members of the Wang Clan, including his Dao Protector, a Nascent Soul Clan Uncle.
As for Wang Tengfei… he stood there silently, hands clasped rigidly behind his back. One of the fingers of his right hand looked very different from the others. It was as transparent as crystal, within which circulated tiny black spiralling threads. It looked extremely bizarre. 2
Standing next to him was Wang Xifan, the man who had almost killed Meng Hao with a single look that day, years ago 3. “If things hadn’t happened the way they did in the State of Zhao,” he said coolly, “You wouldn’t be at the early Foundation Establishment stage right now. You would be at the middle stage. You would still be behind your brother, but not as far as you are now.
“I will exceed my brother,” said Wang Tengfei calmly. “I will become a Dao Child!”
“There will only be one chance to acquire the Legacy of the Blood Immortal,” said Wang Xifan, his eyes flashing. He frowned. “It’s too bad there hasn’t been any word from the Violet Fate Sect about Yuyan. Apparently, she’s in a critical stage of secluded meditation. Otherwise, she would be able to provide you with some assistance.”