Chapter 4501 — The Evil Cultivator's Master
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"So soon? Could this exalted one be somewhere in the South Continent sea region?" Long Kuiba was startled again, fixing Cheng Haonan with a burning gaze. He had already given up any hope for tomorrow's South Continent Escort Alliance Assembly—but if the man was truly arriving tomorrow, that changed everything.
If things dragged past tomorrow, then even if Ling Yi were killed later and their honor restored, his Longzhou Escort Agency would at least come away with no contracts at all. The vast majority of the South Continent sea region's contracts would be carved up tomorrow, and given the Longzhou Escort Agency's current awkward standing, following along to eat meat was out of the question—even a sip of broth was a fond delusion. They could only gnaw on the northwest wind.
But if Wu Baoliang's master arrived quickly enough to turn the tables before tomorrow's contracts were settled, then it was another story entirely.
"Not exactly. But according to Wu Baoliang, he's not far from the South Continent sea region. The reason I could contact him so quickly this time is that I used a special internal method. Back when Wu Baoliang came to me, he was afraid of being hunted by the San Die Pavilion, so he gave me advance word: if anything ever happened to him, I was to use this secret channel to notify his master. It was only meant as a precaution against a rainy day—but now it's come in handy just in time." Cheng Haonan explained.
"Good, wonderful!" Long Kuiba nodded again and again with delight, his former gloom and melancholy swept clean away as he rallied his spirits. "Damn it all—the root of this whole disaster lies with that Ling Yi. If not for him, we'd never have gone out of our way to ask Hai Wuliang for help, and we'd never have given anyone a handle to grab. Now at last we can have our revenge."
"Indeed. That brat must die—if I don't carve him up with my own hands tomorrow, may I, Cheng Haonan, never be called a man again!" Cheng Haonan gnashed his teeth in hatred.
In truth, if it had not been a dueling-stage match that day, he would have been hugely confident of killing Wei Zhao. It was only that Wei Zhao fell from the stage and denied him the chance. Otherwise, had he been free to hunt the man down regardless of the rules, Wei Zhao would long since have been a cold corpse.
But that regret could be made up for once Wu Baoliang's master arrived tomorrow.
"Haha, that brat is already a dead man walking. To tomorrow's revenge—let's drink to it!" Long Kuiba laughed triumphantly.
"Well said. Cheers!" Cheng Haonan laughed heartily as well.
While these two celebrated in advance, the object of their loathing—the thorn in their side and flesh, the man marked down as a must-kill target—Wei Zhao was at that very moment in his own room, focusing his mind on a breakthrough.
In fact, during the day he had already vaguely touched upon the barrier to the next level. Though he had not been stuck at the mid Golden Core stage for long, he was, after all, an expert who had broken through to the Golden Core stage perfectly, and his breakthroughs were far less arduous than those of ordinary Golden Core experts. Basically, so long as his state of mind was there, the breakthrough would come as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
And after three consecutive bouts with Wu Baoliang, followed by a hard-fought clash with the even more powerful Cheng Haonan, Wei Zhao had clearly entered into that indescribable state of mind. (To be continued.)