While Gu Fan was effortlessly turning the lethal labyrinth into his personal playground, and eyeing the rewards of his loot, the situation in the other cave was a nightmare for Gu Chen.
Gu Chen had led four of the remaining exhausted Gu Clan disciples with him as he was on his way to bring back the stolen Emperor's tribute.
And he had already assumed that Gu Fan's reckless decision to walk away alone was a suicide mission, expecting the lethal traps to rip that bastard young master into bloody pieces while he claimed all the supreme glory.
But that arrogant confidence of his did not even last for ten minutes. Within ten minutes he knew that today was not his day. Not in the slightest.
He was having the worst day of his cultivation life. Nothing had gone according to plan. Absolutely nothing.
From the moment he entered the Miasma Woods, the heavens seemed determined to slap him across the face every few hundred steps.
First came the Ironback Abyss Crocodiles.
