"Based on your analysis, do you think Liu Chuang and Chen Feng are equal partners, or is one of them in charge?" Zhou Fan took out a cigarette, handed one to Fan, and gazed into the distance.
Zhou Fan's intuition told him he needed to speed up his recovery. 'Fifty percent of my strength is still a bit risky.'
'Besides, he couldn't move forward with his plans until he was fully recovered.'
But the most effective method right now was the one Chu Tianxiang had mentioned: the century-old Profound Spirit Grass held by the Gu Family. Only that specific grass could possibly allow him to recover his full strength in one go.
'Gu Feifei?'
Zhou Fan sighed. Noticing Fan hadn't said anything, he clapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, spit it out. We're close enough, aren't we? What's there to hide?"
