"But at the same time, this is also good news. After all, Xu Ling'an—or rather, this Shi Chang—has already lost his composure, so what we need to do next is wait for a chance!"
"A chance to kill him with our own hands!"
"Yes!"
Just as Wu Jun had said, Shi Chang had indeed already lost his composure at this moment.
Because this literary gathering had clearly already slipped out of his control and was sliding toward an unknown Abyss.
And now even his former teacher, the true master of Ling'an, had appeared.
On top of that, there was the white-robed youth controlling his son and eyeing him like a tiger from the side.
All of this made Shi Chang feel a sense of crisis.
But he did live up to that big shot Yao Yachao's assessment; he quickly calmed his mind and let out a sinister, chilling cackle.
"Xu Ling'an, now that you've come back to the surface with Wu Ai and this Xue fellow, do you think you already have the certainty to pin me down?"
