As he spoke, Yang Tian cursed all eighteen generations of Zhao Hu's ancestors.
This showed how miserably he had been hunted by Zhao Hu.
If it weren't for this magical shelter in the sewer, he would've likely been found and hunted down by Zhao Hu again.
"I have to say, Zhao Hu's vitality is really tenacious. He was so badly wounded that night, yet he survived and recovered so quickly, even went up to Purple Gold Mountain. I'm freaking impressed."
Yang Tian expressed his puzzlement. Although the rain of light on Purple Gold Mountain had healing abilities, Zhao Hu still needed to reach the area covered by the rain!
He was so severely injured that he should've died by all accounts.
Wang Hao blinked, thinking if Yang Tian knew it was him who helped Zhao Hu,
Yang Tian would probably turn against him immediately.
"So what's with your injuries? Did Sister Qin help treat you?"
Wang Hao raised another question, one he was most curious about.
