Lin Tian clenched his fists. Ten years ago, he had been powerless. Now, he possessed the soul and strength of the Dragon Sovereign.
"No more betrayal," he muttered.
He walked downstairs. His foster brother Lin Yu was sitting at the dining table, pretending to be the perfect son. Lin Yu would soon frame him for theft.
Not this time.
Lin Tian smiled coldly. "Enjoy your last peaceful breakfast."