One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

It was like a kind of ventriloquism, yet there were differences.

"The important thing is, you've chosen the wrong path," the faceless man said icily.

"The wrong path?" Su Heng cocked his head, "You mean..."

"It's laughable that Li Daoxuan would pin his hopes on a junior like you," the faceless man spoke bluntly, "Whatever Li Daoxuan can give you, we can too. Give up running for the Demon Suppression Tower, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

"The seven major families, ah no, sorry, I mean six now," Su Heng said mildly, "Which one are you from?"

"Answer my question," the faceless man said coldly.

Su Heng fell silent and looked up at the sky, where lead-gray clouds churned, and small droplets of rain rapidly expanded in his view.

"Why..."

He sighed, a note of incomprehension in his voice.