"Understood."
Huo Yuanhong nodded slowly.
Though Eunuch Wei was hardly a good man—during that brief period when he had proclaimed himself ten thousand and one years old, he had gone mad with revenge against those who had once mocked him, doing nearly everything imaginable—after his defeat and downfall, he had become even more unscrupulous. He could join hands with any faction and turn on them at any moment. It could be said that he possessed not the slightest shred of worldly moral restraint.
But that did not diminish the terrifying intensity of Eunuch Wei's desire to reach the very pinnacle. It was simply that all his life, he had insisted on challenging only the highest-level opponents.
"Then what has brought Eunuch Wei to seek me out this time?" Huo Yuanhong asked.
A ruthless man who would come back again so long as he was not dead did everything for the sake of becoming number one under heaven. Naturally, he had not come merely to chat out of boredom.
"My former master asked me to deliver something to you."
"Former master?"
"Indeed. Whoever dares claim they're stronger than me, I take them on. The master gets taken on too."
Eunuch Wei gave a derisive laugh, pulled a thin booklet from his robes, and tossed it over.
"Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture..." Huo Yuanhong opened it and took a look. The ink inside had not yet dried; it was clearly freshly written.
What a coincidence. Someone had only just warned him not to practice the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture.
There was a madman who especially loved making people practice martial arts. Presumably, he was waiting to seize them once they had mastered it.
But so long as it could improve his strength, Huo Yuanhong was willing to try anything. There was even less reason to