Half a month ago, Ding Haochuan had fled Celestial Ghost City, gravely wounded, and had been living in constant fear ever since. He originally planned to leave the Primordial Sect's jurisdiction for good and live in obscurity, but he was deeply resentful of the idea.
After all.
No one wanted to spend their life hiding like a rat in a sewer, least of all a Golden Core True Master.
When he heard the Star-Picking Sect was planning a counterattack, he was immediately intrigued and decided to join them.
Of course.
In his current crippled state, he naturally lacked the courage for a counterattack himself. He just wanted to see if this group of Golden Core cultivators could actually take Celestial Ghost City.
"I heard, Fellow Daoist Ding, that during the battle at Celestial Ghost City, you fought so fiercely that you made Valley Master Chen cough up blood. Is there any truth to that?"
A Golden Core cultivator asked this at the banquet after draining his cup.
