Prince Han Jingxin was yet to manage his own territory, yet he had already succeeded in gaining the services of the unrestrained Hu Han and the extremely haughty General Xu. He hadn't achieved this by relying on his status alone.0

One wouldn't feel tired from watching others do the heavy lifting, and the same was true for Han Jingxin as he treated the imminent battle as a form of entertainment. Meanwhile, General Xu was calm and composed as he held his lance and remained seated on his horse.0

Hu Han had rubbed his fists in delight and eagerness before, and his perception of the young man in azure cotton robes became increasingly clear the closer he got to him. His understanding of the situation was much more direct and clear than that of Mr. Zeng in the distance.0

They continued to approach each other, only coming to a stop when there were but five paces between them.0

Hu Han surprisingly felt a sense of danger, yet the smile remained on his face as he glanced at the bamboo saber and ancient sword hanging by the young man's waist. "Young boy, it can't be that you're also a pure martial artist, right?"0

However, Chen Ping'an unexpectedly nodded in reply and countered, "It's quite a coincidence, don't you think?"0

Hu Han smiled with squinted eyes and replied, "Yes, of course this is a great coincidence. Since we're both from the cultivation world, I can't help myself but uphold the righteous nature of cultivators from the cultivation world. Let's make a deal, okay? You and that young boy can leave, but you need to leave behind that fox skin ghost beauty. What do you say?"0

Chen Ping'an smiled and offered no response.0

Hu Han shifted his gaze, once again observing the depth of Chen Ping'an's footprints in the snow.0

Ordinary people wouldn't be able to notice any difference, yet as a seventh tier martial artist, Hu Han naturally possessed incredible eyesight and impressive observation abilities,...0