Li Xing and Li Yue had just defeated Xiaobu. Though they were injured, nothing was too serious. Seeing Zhou Fan fall, they rushed to catch him. They held onto him and rolled across the ground several times, barely managing to break his fall.
Lying on Li Xing and Li Yue, Zhou Fan stared at the empty rooftop, lost in thought.
'Why didn't the Grand Elder of the Witch Race kill me?'
'Not only did he not kill me, but he actually seemed to look forward to me growing stronger, and fast.'
'But even if that bastard didn't kill me this time, he was the one who kept sending people after me before, and they nearly succeeded!'
'And why did he say he'd be waiting for me in the Capital City?'
'What a fucking mess.'
"Boss, could you... get up first?"
Suddenly, Li Xing's timid voice came from beneath him.
"Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot!" Zhou Fan quickly replied. He stowed the Li Hen Sword and tried to push himself up from the ground with his hands, but...
