Li Chen walked over and stopped in front of him.
Thinking he had a chance, Han Feng braced himself against the ground and tried to get up. "Well? A Dou Zun's legacy should be enough to buy my life, shouldn't it?"
Li Chen looked at him without a word and slowly raised his hand.
Han Feng's expression changed abruptly, and he shouted, "Wait! I have the Hall of Souls behind me!"
Li Chen's hand paused for an instant.
As though clutching at a life-saving straw, Han Feng raised his voice. "I have a deal with Mu Gu, an elder of the Hall of Souls. I work for him, and he keeps me alive. If you kill me today, the Hall of Souls won't let you off. No matter how high your cultivation is, can you withstand the Hall of Souls?"
He stared at Li Chen's face, hoping to spot a trace of hesitation. He was certain he had never even met this man, much less knew why he wanted to kill him. All he could do now was pray that the Hall of Souls would make him back down.
Then he saw it. Li Chen's brows furrowed, and his expression showed consideration, hesitation, weighing his options. Han Feng's heart leaped. There's a chance.
Han Feng's heart beat faster and faster, and he forced a fawning look onto his face again. "Spare me, and I'll pretend nothing happened today.
"Take my businesses in Maple City. I'll give you the Dou Zun's ruins too. From now on, you take your broad, sunlit road, and I'll cross my narrow wooden bridge. Our well water won't mingle with river water."
Li Chen nodded.
The stone weighing on Han Feng's heart finally dropped. The smile at the corners of his mouth had barely begun to