At the Celestial Blade Peak.
Lin Zheyu and Lee Mengxi slowly descended from over two thousand meters.
Their pace was unhurried, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Not far from them, Tang Weizhong looked desolate and battered, his expression grim, as he glared at Lin Zheyu.
This time, in front of so many eyes, showing such a miserable appearance made him utterly lose face.
"Zhengtao, kill him, help me kill him!"
Tang Weizhong rasped out, somewhat hysterically.
As long as Zhao Hao is alive, his thoughts cannot be settled.
"Uncle, let's go back. We cannot completely break ties with the Li Clan right now." Tang Zhengtao shook his head and said indifferently.
"But..."
Tang Weizhong wanted to say more, but Tang Zhengtao softly said, "Someone from the Soul-Calling Tower has already accepted the mission. The assassin is probably nearby."
"Zhao Hao's life, leave it to them to handle."
"Hmph!"
Tang Weizhong shot Lin Zheyu a fierce look, then turned and left with Tang Zhengtao.
