Old Emperor Qian stood in the air, his expression calm, showing no signs of joy or anger. His tone was also calm, as if he had seen through everything, as if he had given up everything, to say a last farewell to this son he only had in name.
Han Dong concentrated deeply on the Sword Dao, refusing to let chaotic thoughts affect him for the sake of a pure Sword Heart.
To an old hand, this was the hallmark of an honest person.
Everyone liked honest people, because they wouldn't turn the tables on you, it's always you tricking them.
Han Dong's anger originally flared up, his intent to kill wavering; he had already made up his mind to take action.
With a few calm words, Old Emperor Qian suppressed Han Dong's killing intent.
This old scoundrel wanted to manipulate Han Dong without even needing to draft a plan in advance.
Han Dong now hovered in the air, holding that transparent heart, momentarily unsure of what to do.
