Wei Ling was a young Demon Lord of extraordinary talent. After his scoundrel father shattered his Spirit Platform, he fell to the Mortal Realm. Having lost all his Cultivation, he wandered the Mortal Realm for three years.

Three years later, he was handed over to a mortal brother.

Before meeting this mortal brother, Wei Ling was sternly instructed: “When you see the eldest young master later, go down and kowtow to him first.”

Kowtow?

Wei Ling gritted his teeth, thinking with bloodthirsty resentment: A lowly mortal, aren’t you afraid of shortening your own lifespan?

But in his current state, he couldn’t resist. He could only swallow his hatred and obediently agree.

When the carriage stopped before the city gate tower, Wei Ling lifted the curtain. Dragging his battered and bruised body, he got down from the carriage, prepared to kowtow to that brother.

His mortal brother, Wei Ji, sat astride a horse, looking down at his trembling movements, but couldn’t help letting out a “tsk.”

Then he dismounted, scooped Wei Ling up from the carriage, and carried him down.

“How are you so light?”

Holding him, Wei Ji wore an expression of astonishment, mixed with a hint of heartache and concern that Wei Ling had never seen before.

Wei Ling was stunned.

After a long moment, assessing the situation, he called out to the other: “Brother.”

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