He used to have to grovel before anyone with even a hint of a background.
But now?
The young master of the Su Family was treating him like a brother (though it was only out of respect for Han Feng), and a lone powerhouse at the Enlightenment Realm Late Stage was all but groveling before him.
All of this was because he had made the right bet.
'Han Feng…'
Long Xiao mulled over the name, tasting the sharp, lingering flavor of the cigar in his mouth.
He subconsciously touched his lower back.
There was an old through-and-through wound there, an injury he'd sustained exploring the Fog Area in his younger days.
This very injury had damaged his Martial Arts foundation. It had left him stuck at the peak of the Meridian Passage Realm for a full ten years, unable to advance a single step.
Every time he tried to break through, the excruciating pain that shot through his meridians made him feel like he was better off dead, forcing him to give up in the end.
