"Even if you are the descendant of the 'Heavenly Scriptures', I will make sure you die!"
San Chi's face was filled with a cold and chilling expression, his heart brimming with surging hatred. Had it not been for Su Han disabling his meridians, how could he have fallen to such a state, even resorting to grave robbing.
Thinking of the 'Heavenly Scriptures' that Su Han possessed, San Chi's face showed greed. He wished he could snatch them for himself immediately.
The sky grew heavy and dim, and the occasional call of a crow from the woods sounded utterly spine-chilling.
The night in Tianhai City was growing ever more beautiful.
In the major Entertainment Cities, lights flickered, and the figures on the dance floor continued to sway tirelessly.
In the VIP room, Dong Lin slowly opened his eyes. He had been so tired lately that he could fall asleep even during a massage.
He looked up to see that Su Han was long gone.
"This kid, didn't even wake me."