Previously, he'd had too many Skills to cultivate, and he couldn't afford the exorbitant purchase prices or the required resources for any Forbidden Technique-level Daoist Arts.
But now, that could be arranged immediately.
In short, by putting all these arrangements in place, how could he fail to send Lu Guanghua to an early grave?
And so, under a sea of gazes—some filled with excitement and admiration, others with resentment and envy—Zou Feng led Gongsun Jinghong and the other women straight off the Dao Discussion Platform.
But he didn't leave the crowd immediately. Instead, he scanned his surroundings and, just as he'd expected, spotted Jing Huaisong.
Even though he was nearly a cripple after having his sword bone gouged out, Jing Huaisong had been sustained by his hatred, determined to witness Li Dingjie's downfall.
His wish had now been granted, yet with his vengeance achieved, he was overcome by a sense of aimlessness.
"Hey, catch!"
