When Jing Wen laid bare everything concerning Nangong Wan, towering waves surged through Han Li's heart. He was now utterly convinced that Jing Wen was unfathomable.
He still remembered Nangong Wan's frost-covered expression, her eyes radiating bone-piercing cold as she sternly warned him never to reveal what had happened between them.
Even now, Han Li clearly remembered the killing intent contained in that icy gaze.
No matter how he looked at it, Han Li could not believe Nangong Wan would willingly publicize something so private.
Since Nangong Wan would not reveal it, Jing Wen's knowledge of those details could only mean that he had seen through everything through observation and deduction alone.
The strength behind such insight and deductive ability was simply immeasurable. The mere thought sent a chill down Han Li's spine.
Deep within, Han Li had always remained wary of Jing Wen.
After all, Jing Wen's mystery and power were like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, making it impossible to feel at ease.
Yet Han Li also understood perfectly well that, before Jing Wen's unfathomable, absolute strength, his own insignificant wariness was utterly useless.
Besides, at least for now, Jing Wen seemed to harbor no intention of harming him, and he possessed many things Han Li desperately needed.
Under these circumstances, cooperating with Jing Wen was undoubtedly his best choice.
Especially when Jing Wen solemnly promised to help him ascend to the Spirit Realm, Han Li felt hot blood rush straight to his head, his heart filling with boundless longing and anticipation.
Once I reach the Spirit Realm, there will be no limit to my lifespan. That means eternal life!
Jing Wen keenly caught the subtle changes in Han Li's expression. He privately judged that he had put enough pressure on Han Li for now;