Zhou Ping could only laugh in speechless disbelief,
Who?
Who did you want to kill?
The White Tiger Duke?
I fucking wanted to be the Holy Spirit Cult Master too!
But considering Huo Yuhao's talent, he couldn't afford to make him resentful, so Zhou Ping could only ask calmly,
"Why do you want to kill the White Tiger Duke?"
His mother's image surfaced in Huo Yuhao's mind once more. Sorrow showed in his eyes as he clenched his fists tightly:
"My mother was a servant in the Duke's Mansion. The Duchess and everyone in the mansion persecuted her to death. I want revenge for my mother!"
Zhou Ping nodded, understanding.
That wasn't a bad thing. Only a powerful enemy could fuel enough desire and ambition to climb higher.
He thought it over briefly.
"To trample the Duke's Mansion flat, you'd need extraordinary talent and perseverance. You have Twin Martial Souls, but accomplishing that would still be nearly impossible... But if you joined the General Altar and became a Consecrated Elder, or even the Cult Master, it might not be beyond your reach. At the very least, you'd have a better chance than at Shrek Academy. It's just..."
He deliberately drew out the last word.
"I worry you might be all hatred and no action..."
He shook his head deliberately, as if sighing from the bottom of his heart.
"I've met plenty of people over the years. Some were just like you, harboring boundless hatred and talking about revenge every chance they got. But little by little, they gave themselves over to pleasure and let decades slip by. In the end, they died with their hatred unavenged."
This was a provocation. Zhou Ping wanted to find out what Huo Yuhao had been doing all these years so he could understand him