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The moment he opened the door and entered, a teacup flew toward his head.

Zhang Wei instinctively ducked, and the cup crashed into the wall behind him. A slight frown appeared on his lips, and he eyed the shards of the porcelain cup on the floor before straightening up and looking at Zhang Lei.

Since he arrived in this present life, he hadn't encountered anyone with proper cultivation, and he forgot how terrifying internal energy was for a split moment. He could still feel the sheer force with which the teacup was thrown at him, and if it weren't for his instincts, it would have injured him severely.

If it was in his past life, it wouldn't even make a scratch on him. But now, he was in the host's body and could definitely not withstand any attack. Especially not from a cultivator of the seventh grade.

It was fine if Zhang Lei knew it was him, but how could he attack his own son, knowing he couldn't fight back? He directed his cold glare at Zhang Lei, who was sitting across, and the l