With Han Li's current strength, having already advanced to the Mahayana Realm, he believed that among the human race there was almost no trouble he could not resolve. Thus that earlier question of his had truly been asked in a light, offhand manner, with no sign that he was taking it to heart in the slightest.
"Han Li, since you are already seated here, I, Gu Shuangpu, will naturally make everything clear. Fellow Daoist Du, now that Fellow Daoist Han has returned to the city, if this old man explains the relevant matter to him, you should have no objections, I trust. After all, this matter concerns his disciple." The silver‑haired elder lightly cleared his throat and spoke solemnly to Han Li and the white‑robed youth in turn.
"My disciple?"
"Of course, no problem!"
Han Li was taken aback when he heard this.
Du Yu's thoughts turned, yet he immediately agreed in one breath.
