Chapter 20: I Was Fooled (1/2)

Translator: Dragon Rider

In the hall of He family.

On this day, there were lights ablaze everywhere in He family's mansion with a great many high-end vehicles parked near the front gate, guests coming and going continually, since this day was the birthday of He Changchun, the patriarch of He family.

The hall was an uproarious sight. A lot of respected figures were present.

Standing behind He Changchun, He Qin and He Jin greeted a couple of honored guests who had just arrived. Though He Qin and He Jin had been given birth to by the second wife of He Changchun, their father had a very high opinion of them. And the reason for it was manifest - He Zheng, son of He Changchun's first wife, had no aptitude whatsoever for cultivating, while He Qin was a powerful cultivator standing out from his peers.

In a family of cultivators, power meant everything. The most powerful one gained the most favor.

However, though He Zheng's father didn't think much of him, his absence from an occasion like this would still be deemed somewhat unseemly.

With a smile on his face, He Changchun exchanged toasts with a couple of high-rank officials of the Supernaturalism Management Bureau (SMB). Noticing He Zheng's absence, he slightly knitted his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, ”Where's He Zheng?”

A handsome, tall man behind He Changchun hurriedly smiled, ”I'll go and find him.”

He was the firstborn of Qiao Peiyu and He Changchun, seeming to be in his late twenties. Though a couple of years older than He Zheng, He Qin had to address He Zheng as elder brother, because He Zheng's mother was He Changchun's first wife.

Upon saying this, He Qin walked away, a wine glass in his hand. Before he left, He Jin, who had been standing by him all along, unnoticeably handed something to him.

In fact, He Zheng had just arrived a moment ago. A lot of guests knew his identity and was aware of his presence, but except for those who were not members of any sect of cultivators, nobody greeted him.

Bitterly annoyed, He Zheng was pondering how to ruin the good mood of others.

Somebody softly patted his shoulder and with that something flashed across that person's hand before entering He Zheng's shoulder.

Oblivious to this, He Zheng quickly twisted his head aside and abruptly poured the glass of wine in his hand at that person.

However, He Zheng was no match for He Qin. He cast a small-radius immobilization spell at the wine glass which was instantly immobilized in mid-air. Then he gracefully took the wine glass and let all the wine drop back into it.

This scene sent a ripple of gasp through those who saw it.

”That was amazing.”

”Incredible.”

He Qin nodded at those who were complimenting him, a smile on his face. Then, in a mild tone of voice, he said to He Zheng whose countenance was extremely sullen, ”Father requires your presence.”

Upon saying this, he returned the glass wine to He Zheng.