"Heh heh, my dear nephew, you've really put a lot of effort into Jia Nan Academy."
Hearing the voice, Han Feng turned to look behind him. The man was shrouded in a cold, sinister aura, his pale face filled with craftiness and malice. It was his dear martial uncle, Old Man Mu Gu.
By now, Han Feng was no longer the innocent youth he had once been. Having betrayed his teacher, evaded pursuit, and endured the scheming and deceit of the Black-Corner Region, he had come to understand that it was this "dear martial uncle" before him who had ruined his life. He should have been the young master of the pavilion, enjoying supreme cultivation resources.
Yet when he was young, Old Man Mu Gu had deliberately taught him an alchemy technique that depleted one's talent. He had even incited him to join forces with Soul Hall to harm his teacher. In the end, Han Feng could only rely on the incomplete Yellow-tier Burning Mantra to cultivate to the Dou Emperor Peak, forever unable to advance another step.
Even so, Han Feng had never regretted his actions. He only hated that he had failed to seize the Burning Mantra back then.
Though his teacher's whereabouts remained unknown, whether he was alive or dead, all of Yao Lao's alchemy arts were now in Han Feng's hands.
"Heh heh, I quite like that look in my nephew's eyes."
Yao Chen had destroyed everything he had, so he would destroy everything Yao Chen had. Old Man Mu Gu also had to prove that his teacher's choice had been wrong.
The coldness on Han Feng's face vanished in an instant. Even if he wanted revenge, now was not the time.
He instead asked, "Are you sure Mang Tianchi won't appear?"
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