The Deal With Han Qingyi

Di Jiu heaved a sigh of relief. He didn't know Zhuo Wencheng, but he knew this bastard would be dead for sure. Even though he would have died if it hadn't been for Zhuo Wencheng, Di Jiu didn't feel any gratitude for Zhuo Wencheng. This man wasn't here to save him. He had just wanted to cut off his wrist and snatch his ring away, that was all. The man was still fighting over his broken hand even though he had clearly woken up—that was how vicious this bastard was.

Di Jiu, who had climbed 100 steps up the Planted Cultivators' Mountain, had neither felt any traces of time law nor reaped any benefits. Furthermore, during the time that he had been trapped on the Planted Cultivators' Mountain, he had come to realize that some roads on the mountain were not meant to be taken. Even he, who possessed abilities admittedly far better than the cultivators at the same level as him, shouldn't walk down those roads.