Although Gu Longjun had recovered from his injuries, his face was still deathly pale. Perhaps it was because he was too afraid of me. My expression was gloomy now—not because that was my nature, but because he truly could no longer control himself. I had already given him plenty of chances. As the saying went, things should not happen three times. I could not continue tolerating his mistakes. This was not merely a test of my patience; it was also a test of his fortune in the Dao.
"You don't need to compete today. No matter how much you recover, it'll all be in vain." I looked at Gu Longjun. I was not joking. I had as many fine pills as he could want, but none of them could restore him to his peak in a single day. The Gu Long Household was no different. Even their best pills could restore only thirty to fifty percent in a day.
But now that the competition had begun, would his opponent give him time?
"Give me a chance... Brother Xia... Brother Xia! I'm begging you! I really must obtain the throne!" Gu Longjun's face was full of pleading.
My expression turned ugly. I fixed my eyes on him. "At a time like this, you still entertained a bunch of wastrel heirs. Is your head stuffed with straw?"
Gu Longjun trembled all over. He remembered the power hidden in my eyes when we had stood against each other. Since I could raise him up again, I could just as easily crush him back down.
"Why?! You said you'd help me obtain the throne!" Gu Longjun's face was filled with unwillingness.
I reached out and pulled him straight into my hand. He could not resist in the slightest. Narrowing my eyes, I said, "If