It's actually Lin Rou? She's reached Dark Strength Perfection? Fang Han wondered.
Lin Rou was an apprentice at the Flood Peak Martial Arts Academy and had trained alongside him in the Outer Court for a time.
Her natural aptitude was only average, or she would have entered the Inner Court long ago. Yet now she had reached Dark Strength Perfection?
Fang Han recalled the scene outside the Flood Peak Martial Arts Academy:
He had just arrived at the academy that day when Lin Rou blocked the entrance and dropped straight to her knees upon seeing him.
"Fang Han, I beg you, save my little brother! The Black Tiger Gang took him away. I can't beat them. You're the only one in the entire academy who can help me!"
She knelt on the ground, knocking her forehead against the blue stone slabs until she left bloody marks.
"As long as you're willing to save my brother, I'll do anything. I'll be your ox, your horse. I'll give myself to you, as long as you agree to help..."
Fang Han had long since let those events fade from his memory.
He had refused Lin Rou back then, and he had nothing to feel guilty about.
But as he listened to the ensuing conversation between Lin Rou and the silver-masked man, those faded memories surged back, carrying a cold, sharp killing intent.
"If you really want to kill that fellow Fang, you could simply ask me to do it. Why spend three hundred taels of gold on a Profound Grade concealed weapon? What if you fail..."
The silver-masked man kept his voice extremely low, but his meaning was unmistakable.
After speaking, he stared greedily at Lin Rou from behind his mask.
Lin Rou frowned slightly and ignored his suggestion. "I'll gather the three