"Senior Brother, it's over there!"
Spotting the colorful peach tree in the distance, Song Changge's eyes lit up.
He was feeling a little worked up. He had come looking for revenge time and again, only to fail, and had even gotten more than twenty of his fellow disciples and friends killed. After taking blow after blow, he had finally managed to bring Senior Brother Yang, a powerful ally. He could almost see Dan Qiulin's head rolling from his shoulders.
Song Changge did hate Dan Qiulin, but perhaps not all that deeply. More than anything, it was wounded pride and jealousy that gnawed at him. I'm a prodigy of a Holy Land, and you're nobody. What gives you the right to be so strong?
With that mindset, he believed Dan Qiulin had to die. Even after suffering setbacks time and again, he refused to give up.
Dan Qiulin had practically become Song Changge's inner demon. If he didn't get rid of it, he would never advance any further in this life.
If once wasn't enough, he would come again. Sooner or later, he'd find a way to kill you...
At Song Changge's reminder, the group stopped in midair and surveyed the valley.
"So this is the place? Doesn't look like anything special."
"Of course some backwater borderland can't compare to our Holy Land."
"Senior Brother Song, you've failed here time and again. Honestly, I'm curious—what kind of person could possibly have such skill in a place like this?"
The others chimed in, making no secret of their disdain for Gourd Valley and Song Changge's incompetence. If not for their bonds as fellow disciples, and Senior Brother Yang standing right beside them, they wouldn't have wanted to be seen with Song Changge. He was an embarrassment.
Song Changge didn't argue. He knew