The servant left Long Xiang in his battered state, closing the door with a loud bang. Long Xiang could only stare at the closed door with hatred as reality slowly began to set in.
Previously, he had been in denial about his lack of talent and continued to try cultivating. The result never changed—he was never able to sense any qi around him.
Life continued, and the clan's treatment toward Long Xiang only worsened. He was constantly bullied by the same people who once looked up to him. Unable to endure the bullying, he planned to escape the clan.
In his mind, even without any talent, he would receive far better treatment outside than in his home, where his father refused to see him, and his brother constantly used him as a training dummy.
Looking at his bruised body, Long Xiang's eyes flashed with a cold glint. He felt the breeze brushing against the cuts on his skin.