"But he still came..."
Not just arrived.
He also took Feng Zhongzui hostage, and deliberately made a loud declaration of his return to the entire continent.
Looking at Xu Xiaoshou's rise to fame, this has always been his trick:
In the open there's one, but in the dark there's another; the intent of the drunken man does not lie in the wine.
What then, is this "another"?
Is it really because of the second possibility—that he holds resentment for the arrow he shot in the Eighth Palace and only wishes to strike at me?
Then the problem comes full circle again.
As of now, he can't beat me either... Ai Cangsheng took a light breath, fingers involuntarily tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair.
Utterly clueless!
He once again felt that uncomfortable sense of being constrained everywhere after losing Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang.
But now he had no choice but to ponder alone.