Chapter 2065 — So It Was Zhao Qibing
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Helping the Han family was merely a matter of convenience. Though Han Xiaohu had conducted himself decently enough from first to last, Wei Zhao and the hidden Han family could hardly be called close—he had only taken a piece of colored steel from them. So long as he helped them win the racing competition, he would owe them nothing more.
As for anything else, Wei Zhao would decide according to circumstance; he would certainly not act blindly.
"As for the events, I have not yet received word of the specific rules—that will only be known once we arrive!" Han Xiaohu said. "But judging by the events of past years, there will certainly be racing, tests of reaction, and martial contests. Racing is a dead certainty—it is an important trial for training a cultivator's coordination of hand, foot, and mind!"
"Racing, is it..." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. "Your driving looked decent enough to me. Are they so confident they have you beaten?"
"My little tricks hardly amount to anything..." Hearing this, Han Xiaohu could only shake his head, his face bitter. "I wonder, has Elder Lin heard of the hidden Zhao family?"
Han Xiaohu had received word that Wei Zhao and the hidden Zhao family were at odds, and that the hidden Zhao family had last time sent the late Earth-Rank Zhao Guang'er to kill Wei Zhao, only to be slain by him instead—but such things were difficult to bring up directly.
"The hidden Zhao family?" Wei Zhao lifted the red wine before him, took a light sip, and gave a cold laugh. "Don't tell me they have some fine racer?"
"Just so!" Han Xiaohu nodded. "I hear the hidden Zhao family has newly taken a bastard son back into the clan. That bastard's cultivation is nothing to speak of, but he is most formidable behind the wheel! His racing skill was already excellent to begin with, and afterward the Zhao family's fine hand, Old Bi, took him as a disciple and trained him as a cultivator—which raised his coordination of hand, foot, and mind all the more. In this racing competition, nine chances in ten it will be he who wins... that is, of course, provided Elder Lin does not enter the field!"
"Pff—cough, cough!" Wei Zhao had been drinking his red wine, and at Han Xiaohu's words he sprayed it out in a single burst. "The man you mean is Zhao Qibing?"
"Yes, none other than that Zhao Qibing!" Han Xiaohu nodded. "Elder Lin knows him?"
"Know him? How could I not?" Wei Zhao laughed. "That creature and I are mortal foes—though he has never once come out ahead at my hands. But how did he come to be a fine racer?"
"Zhao Qibing was a fine racer from the very start!" Han Xiaohu said. "In his early years he studied abroad. In the underground racing circuit overseas, he was a champion driver, known as the Hell Road God! A bastard son of a hidden clan like him—before winning the clan's recognition, he was naturally a wastrel young master, and it is only normal that he should love tinkering with cars! I hear that while abroad he once took a fine racer as his master...