Cast into the jaws of death, only to find life?
Turning those words over in their minds, Bu Er and the others fixed their gazes on the Black Hole.
All they could see inside were churning waves of blood. There was no sign of Hardway.
"Young master, should we go down?" Bu Er looked at Yang Qing.
Hardway must have known there was more beneath the Blood Pool than met the eye to have jumped into it.
Yang Qing shook his head. "Let's watch for now."
Hardway must have had his reasons for jumping in so decisively.
"Hardway really was just as the Great Elder said. Everything he did before was merely to wait until we found this Blood Pool."
"He's a ruthless one," Bu Er said to Ouyang Lin.
Without their help earlier, Hardway would have long since lost his life at the hands of those two elders.
"He worked all of us into his scheme," Jiang Zhizhou added.
Hardway knew what Yang Qing and the others suspected, and he naturally also knew what the two elders wanted to accomplish using his strength.
And so, he had devised a plan to kill two birds with one stone.
"Without that sort of disposition, he probably couldn't have become chief of the Hard Tribe," Yang Qing said.
Yang Qing readily acknowledged that people could hide what lay in their hearts.
Hardway was a particularly striking example.
Yang Qing had only just discovered what sort of man he was.
Had they not found the Blood Pool and caused Hardway to betray his impatience, Yang Qing might still not have realized what he was planning.
The Blood Sacrifice Altar had indeed been destroyed, but its destruction was precisely what Hardway wanted.
"He certainly laid his plans well."
"Hardway wasn't thinking of the Hardway