"But now is not the time to finish off this Wu Chunshan," Lin Qian said, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "This guy still has his uses. Moreover, letting him die so easily would be too kind, given how he has wronged my master."
Whenever Lin Qian mentioned Wei Wushuang, a cold gleam would flash in his eyes: "Because of him, my master suffered greatly back then."
Recalling the past, Master Wei Wushuang often trembled in pain and broke into cold sweats while teaching him.
The pain was so intense that at times, he would faint outright.
In the end, he could only lie weakly on his bed, his hair all turned white, silently waiting for death to come.
If not for the miracle that was the Huaxia Empire, his master would have died helplessly.
Lin Qian still remembered how Wei Wushuang once said that when he left the Yunhai Sect, Wu Chunshan came to bid him farewell under false pretenses.