Worldly Affairs

"That's good. Just die."

Han Jue stroked Chu Xiaoqi's head and smiled benevolently, startling him so much that he suddenly looked up.

No tears could be seen on this kid's face. He pretended not to care at all.

Chu Xiaoqi said aggrievedly, "Who will be filial to you if I die? You've nurtured me for so many years. You definitely won't let me die casually."

"Not necessarily. I've taught countless disciples."

"Wow, Grandpa, what's your cultivation level? Are you like our Sect Master? No, no one noticed you hiding here. Your cultivation level is definitely stronger than our Sect Master."

"My cultivation has nothing to do with you. Cultivate well. This hatred has nothing to do with you. Why get involved?"

"That won't do. In life, you have to dare to love and hate. He killed my brother. I hate him. I have to kill him!" Chu Xiaoqi said indignantly. His expression turned sinister, inadvertently showing a hint of Primordial Despair.