Chapter 115
The way he saw it, Heather was the best of women and a goddess among men. With trillions of
dors to her name and the noble blood of the West in her veins, choosing her would be like
choosing beauty, riches and status all at once. How could anyone measure up to the heights she
had been to? Yun Muqing might be good-looking even by national standards, but ultimately she was
just amoner. Surely a man of sound mind—no, even an idiot would know who to pick, unlike
Chu Feng. Heather, though, did not react and simply asked, “You mean I’m supposed to ruin his
family?”
Old Henry said without missing a beat, “No, Miss Heather. What you desire should always be yours.
It’s not that you’re ruining his family, it’s that this woman has no right to what you desire. Of course,
if you don’t want to sully your hands, I can do it for you. I promise I will not leave a single trace.” He
smiled delightedly, revelling in his supposed genius.
Unexpectedly, Heather sat and asked again, “Old Henry, how long have you served me?”
Old Henry quickly bowed in the Western way and looked at her with reverence, “Miss Heather, my
family has served yours since my grandfather’s generation, for a total of 150 years. I, Old Henry, am
honored to be your obedient servant.”
Heather stretchedzily and yawned. “150 years? How loyal of you. Alright, in consideration of this
loyalty, I will spare you this time. If you ever harbor a single thought of betrayal against that Lord,
don’t me me when I take your life.” Heather shot Old Henry a re that was as sharp and cold
as a steel de.
Old Henry shuddered and fell to his knees, “Never, never again. I beg your forgiveness.” In all his
years of serving Heather, this was the first time he’d seen such a murderous aura emanate from
her, and it terrified him to no end.
“Here’s another reminder for you—that man’s powerful enough to turn the Smith family to ash, and
he cares about his family more than anything.” Heather shot him another apathetic re, “Do use
your brains and avoid offending him.”
“What?!” Old Henry gaped, thunderstruck. “T-Turn the family to ash? How is this possible?!” As the
Smiths’ butler like his father and his father before him, Old Henry was well aware of how rich and
powerful this 300 year-old family was. They even had a private armed security force, with the battle
power that couldpare to that of a small African nation. “W-Who is this man?!”
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Heather’s expression became nostalgic. “Ashura.”
“Ashura? What Ashura?” Old Henry blurted out, then gasped when he caught on to her words. “The
Ashura that single-handedly destroyed the Holy Temple and sacked the Western underworld?! The
King of Hell, Lord Chu?!”
Three years ago, the Western underworld was crawling with evil, and the 200 year-old Holy Temple
was the biggest threat of all. With a solid foundation and an alleged army of a hundred thousand
men, the entire Western world was plunged into chaos and even the state armies had no choice but
to bow down. It was then that a legendary man, who called himself Ashura, wiped out over three
hundred underworld organisations all by himself in just three months. In the end, he’d even single-
handedly defeated the seven kings of the Holy Temple and executed ‘Satan’, the most powerful
viin of the West, and sacked the entire underworld. It was this legendary battle that shook the
world and put Ashura’s name on the map!
When Old Henry recalled that fiery, casualty-ridden Holy War and the indiscriminate way in which
the King of Hell, Lord Chu had cut down his enemies, he shuddered. Everyone in the underworld
had feared for their own lives when Chu Feng had drenched the ce in blood. How could a measly
Smith family bepared to a bloodthirsty god of war like him?
Heather took one nce at him and said again, “That’s why you must be respectful the next time
you see him.”
“Yes, of course. Understood.” Old Henry nodded furiously, his arrogance now reced by fear and
terror. “H-He’s legendary!”