In Tao Han's ears, the echoes of his father's instructions before the grand competition reverberated once more. Thinking of his father's past concern and regard for the Fourth Brother drop by drop, his face twisted and distorted beyond measure.
"Damn it, damn it... Damn Tao Xinglie, he's just so good, worthy of your regard!"
Like a trapped beast, Tao Han's low growls emerged word by word.
In an instant, the guards who heard these words froze, shivering uncontrollably, as these words were like a thunderous explosion they were not meant to hear, making them feel that their lives were nearing an end.
Time passed, causing the guards to be drenched in cold sweat, as each day felt like a year.
Finally, footsteps outside the desolate temple shattered the oppressive silence.
"Young master, there, there is news..."
"Speak."
"It seems something happened at the grand competition... I, I heard the steward say the Fourth Young Master seems to have encountered trouble..."
