After recounting this unknown story, Guerbash stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "Do you have any other questions?"
"I do," Lu Hong replied. "Since the Hall Master has controlled this hall for seventy-eight thousand years and has amassed many powerful talents, why is the power struggle only beginning now?"
"It didn't begin now; it started but couldn't be completed. Moreover, I was seriously injured in the past; although I've rebuilt myself over time, hidden ailments have prevented me from returning to my original peak. Even now, I am weaker than I was before I killed that old fool by three degrees."
Lu Hong nodded. "One last question, I hope the Hall Master can answer me truthfully."
"Since I allow you to ask, I won't deceive."
Upon receiving Guerbash's clear answer, Lu Hong began, "If today's battle leads to the Hall Master losing to me..."
"It won't happen," Guerbash seemed very confident in his strength.
"But what if?"
"There's no what if."
