Chu Kuang glanced at Yang Ying and then at Gu Han, his gaze turning ice-cold. “You will definitely regret this!”0

Gu Han raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Want to use your trump card?”0

Chu Kuang’s eyes grew even colder. “You guess. Will I use it or not?”0

Gu Han suddenly laughed. “You guess too. Did Master Rooster leave me any trump cards?”0

The cryptic dialogue between the two left everyone bewildered. Chu Kuang’s pupils contracted, and he fell silent. He wasn’t stupid. The reason Gu Han was still alive was undoubtedly because of Chongming. As if that weren’t enough, Chongming had intervened time and again—intentionally or not—seemingly clearing obstacles for Gu Han. Its parting words clearly pointed Gu Han toward a cultivation path. With such a relationship, giving Gu Han some trump cards was reasonable and logical.0

Gu Han said with a smile, “Also, don’t think I don’t know your background. Master Rooster told me everything! Having your Dao foundation ruined in a single slash by that senior must have been agonizing, right? Oh, that senior also mentioned he might...0