Cheng Yang had no intention of telling his master about this.
After forging his Gold Bone, he had a clearer judgment of his current strength.
He might not be able to confront a Force Tempering Martial Master head-on, but he at least possessed the ability to stand on his own.
What was more...
He lowered his head and glanced at his palm, his fingers tightening slightly. With the physique of a Gold Bone and the boost of the "Peerless Genius" destiny, his actual combat strength would only surpass what his realm suggested by a fair margin.
He held the letter, his thumb slowly rubbing over its crease.
People from the Four-Ping Gang? Or the Gu Family? He did not dwell on it for long. No matter who they were, he would save Haozi.
Back when he had first awakened his past-life wisdom and lay unable to move on that broken bed in Spirit Crane Martial Hall, Haozi and Xiaoxue had used those two taels of loose silver to carry him through another stretch of hardship.
He had repaid the silver, even several times over, but in his heart, that debt had never been merely about silver.
It was the first kindness he had received after coming to this world, like a lamp someone tucked into his arms on a snowy night. It was not large, but it was enough for him to remember its warmth.
Now Haozi had been dragged into this because of him. If he stood by with folded arms, how would he be any different from those people who had kicked him when he was down?
Repay kindness with kindness, repay hatred with hatred.
That was the principle he had always followed in how he lived and acted.
"Haozi, wait for me."
West of the city,