Qin Jinhao looked up, dazed, following the dark steps from the sky, step by step, the white figure descending, and for the first time, his eyes, always proud and cold, were clouded by jealousy.
Why?! Why?!
Why can a useless person who cannot cultivate, a scoundrel only known for causing trouble, receive the favor of this figure?
If, before this, someone had said that he, the dignified Prince Rui, would one day be driven mad with jealousy towards the Mu Family's scoundrel, he would only have laughed disdainfully and had the slanderer's tongue removed.
But now—
Qin Jinhao had to admit, he was desperate to replace Mu Qingge, he wished he was the one who caught the Holy King's eye, and that one day, he too could become this godlike man who made the world submit, standing above all!
What man doesn't have ambition?
His ambitions, Qin Jinhao's, are only greater, not lesser.
As long as he seizes the opportunity before him, he could ascend to supreme power, and maybe even higher.
