Chapter 700 Bystanders are clear, but the game players are confused

"How do you wish for me to express my gratitude?" asked Mu Lin with an indifferent gaze, calmly looking at Chi Xie, "Letting you train on my territory again?" He didn't mind.

Six years ago, he saved him simply because he saw that despite his conditions, the man hadn't died; he had wanted to bring the man under his control, but when he adamantly refused, Mi Zheng unusually did not insist.

He had always felt that he saw a bit of his own shadow in this man, his past self.

"Forget it, I'd like to live a couple more years," Chi Xie sneered; that place, having been there once, he did not want to return a second time. It was a place where the strong survived, and the weak were culled, more realistic than reality itself.

He really wanted to know what this man had gone through in his past.

The warfare in that place was too bloody, and he did not wish to delay his return by even an instant.