Volume One, Chapter 20: Was Yesterday's Battle Really That Fierce?

When Ling Dongyan woke up the next morning, he almost thought he had sleepwalked to the side of the road in the middle of the night.

His spacious, luxurious home looked as if it had been ransacked; not a single spot remained intact.

Aside from the high-vaulted crystal chandelier in the center of the living room, every corner of the sprawling, hundreds-of-square-meter ocean-view mansion had been devastated to varying degrees.

Take, for instance, the automated Simmons bed in his bedroom, which cost over a hundred thousand.

The expensive mattress was soaked through, covered in a chaotic mess of soggy mugwort residue. Stained pitch-black by dark juices, the entire thing was ruined.

In the walk-in closet, rows of bespoke suits—each requiring at least two months of custom tailoring to complete—had been slashed by a blade...