After a period of stammering Li Haoran sat back on the sofa. There was an awkward expression on his face. He then bitterly smiled, “Who would have thought that Tang Xiu would unexpectedly be this terrifying despite his young age?”
“Look, our position may look lofty compared with ordinary people. But in the eyes of some others, whether it is our status or wealth, what we have is nothing but a joke.” Gu Changmin said, “Those with inheritances spanning over a hundred years, for instance, or those several hundred years old families. They don’t fall and decline during the periods of great turmoil. They conceal their abilities and power, bidding for time, while silently developing their own forces. With so many years of accumulation, who knows to what kind of terrifying extent they would develop to?”
Li Haoran deeply pondered before he nodded and said, “You’re right. I was arrogant this time.”