"You can give me a chance to pass the trial and leave this place?"
Miao Jingkong looked at Lin Heng skeptically, unconvinced that he could make good on his words.
Lin Heng smiled calmly and lifted his chin slightly, looking down at Miao Jingkong. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."
If Lin Heng had kept trying to persuade him, Miao Jingkong would have had to worry about whether it was a trick.
But Lin Heng's indifferent attitude made Miao Jingkong uneasy.
Just as Lin Heng had said, whether Miao Jingkong believed him or not, Lin Heng had nothing to lose.
But if Lin Heng was telling the truth and Miao Jingkong refused, wouldn't he lose a precious chance to leave?
Never underestimate a powerful expert's gambler's mentality when he was driven into a corner.
At this point, Miao Jingkong would never pass up any chance to leave, even if it came with risks, or even great risks. As long as the knife wasn't plainly at his throat, he was willing to try.
Just as Lin Heng was about to turn and leave, Miao Jingkong could no longer sit still. "Wait!"
Lin Heng stopped turning and looked back at him, but said nothing.
The two stared at each other for several seconds. Just as impatience appeared in Lin Heng's eyes, Miao Jingkong spoke. "How were you able to come here to me?"
"No comment. Since you're not interested in leaving Battle Heaven Hall, forget it."
Lin Heng seemed to have lost all patience, and his tone was utterly indifferent.
This time, Lin Heng turned and walked away. Miao Jingkong called out several times behind him, but failed to make him stop again.
In his desperation, Miao Jingkong forgot the rules of Battle Heaven Hall. He leaped straight