Chu Zhongtian had been defeated by Lin Xuan before, but that was in the past. Now, he was a prospective Saint Heir, high and mighty, while Lin Xuan remained a good-for-nothing without a future.
Even I couldn't get into Medicine King Valley, let alone Lin Xuan. How could he possibly get in? If he dares to force his way in, he'll surely die. I was planning to kill him myself in three years, but this is even better. Now I can watch him die with my own eyes. That will finally quench the hatred in my heart. Chu Zhongtian laughed at the thought.
Up ahead, the disciple from Medicine King Valley heard footsteps and frowned. What's going on? Is that prospective Saint Heir really trying to force his way in? I already refused him. I can't believe he's so unappreciative. If that's the case, he can't blame me for being rude. The disciple assumed Chu Zhongtian had barged in and prepared to teach him a lesson.
He turned around, ready to shout, but froze when he saw the person behind him.
