What Lin Hao saw in Yang Peng, aside from his talent and insight, was his indomitable spirit.
At Lin Hao's word, he had waited outside the Scripture Pavilion for over three days without eating or drinking.
Back then, his heart was full of hope—a commendable spirit.
But now, all Lin Hao heard in his words was utter despair.
To Lin Hao, a person without hope was not truly a person at all—just an empty shell.
So after hearing what Yang Peng said, Lin Hao fell silent. In the end, he spoke just three words. "You may go."
Lin Hao had a detailed plan for his own future, for the enemies he had to face were immensely powerful.
It was no exaggeration to say his ambition reached the heavens.
'In Lin Hao's eyes, the Yang Peng of this moment wasn't even qualified to serve him tea—and this was despite Lin Hao himself only being at the Seventh Layer of the Blood Coagulation Realm.'
Yang Peng looked up, his face a mask of astonishment that quickly twisted into a bitter smile.
