Jiang Buping frowned as he looked at the young man, his eyes showing a hint of confusion. The hatred in the man seemed to surge like a tempest, as if he held an unshareable vendetta against Jiang, yet despite wracking his brain, Jiang couldn't recall any enmity between them.
"A member of the Jiang Family?"
The first thought that came to mind was naturally the Jiang Family.
Jiang Buping immediately denied it, as there were no enemies left in the Jiang Family who might seek revenge for Jiang Tianming.
"A powerful figure from the Netherworld? The same as Jiang Tianming, could it be that all actions against me are orchestrated by him from behind the scenes?
"Have I ever wronged the Netherworld so grievously for them to target me like this?"
Jiang Buping's eyes flashed, and he immediately furrowed his brows. Within the young man's Divine Soul, a Remnant Soul lurked, the same as Jiang Tianming's.