After returning to his cultivation retreat, Duan Jingtian, still shaken, discovered that Dao Wushuang, who had left earlier, was sitting there cross-legged, apparently waiting for him.
Because of what his father had just said, Duan Jingtian was now very afraid of Dao Wushuang.
And it was the kind of fear that came from the unknown!
Everyone knew Dao Wushuang's identity was terrifying, but no one knew just how terrifying it was. No one understood what sort of identity could make even Hegemon Grade beings wary of him.
Only today had his father's words opened his eyes: no one could afford to provoke Dao Wushuang. Those words carried so much weight that they were downright frightening.
There was no need to find out Dao Wushuang's identity now. Whenever he saw him, he just had to lower his head!
"Young Master Wushuang." Duan Jingtian gathered his emotions and walked up to Dao Wushuang, respectfully clasping his fists.
Dao Wushuang tipped his head back and took a drink, then smiled at Duan Jingtian and said something shocking. "You'll die in that duel a month from now—and you'll die horribly!"
Duan Jingtian's eyes flew wide open, his pupils contracting as he stared at Dao Wushuang in shock. He had no idea why he would say such a thing.
Because of Dao Wushuang's status, and because his father had just opened his eyes, Duan Jingtian didn't dare question him—even though he couldn't believe it.
Despite the overwhelming advantage his side held in strength and influence, he didn't dare ask why.
"Don't be afraid. I don't eat people."
Seeing how uneasy Duan Jingtian looked, Dao Wushuang patted the ground beside him and said with a faint smile, "Come, sit down and talk."
Duan Jingtian looked at the spot beside Dao Wushuang and hesitated before hurrying over