Shi Chun understood, of course, and was rather surprised. He had done nothing but pass through, yet these people from Summer Path Mountain wanted him dead simply because he was Shi Chun. What the hell?
Had he known this would happen, he would never have come down. He could have simply fled.
Those thoughts ran through his mind, but he showed little reaction. Apart from a casual glance at Yuan Yao to remember his face, his expression remained unchanged. Still smiling, he watched Gu Liani and quietly awaited her answer.
He might not have been entirely unruffled, but he was certainly calm.
If it came to a fight, he genuinely feared their so-called Magical Treasures. Each had its own ingenious workings, strange and varied beyond imagining. He had only heard of them, never witnessed them, so he dared not act rashly.
But if he truly had no other choice, he would not sit around waiting to die. Since breaking through to the advanced martial upper attainment realm, he had yet to test his skills against anyone.
How to describe his current state of mind? On one hand, he worried about getting beaten down; on the other, his hands itched for a fight. After all, he did have some grounds for confidence.
The Demon-Bathing Art he had refused to abandon even when his cultivation could barely advance, and the large gourds he had gone to such lengths to obtain on Mount Wukang-all of them were reserves of confidence he had accumulated. In truth, he had long been poised on the brink of erupting.
Of course, if a few humble words could spare him the present trouble, he did not mind saying them. He was observing whether that was necessary; he knew none of these people well, after all.
In any case,