"So, should I thank you then?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted his teeth and said.
"If you can extinguish the hatred in your heart, if you can break and rebuild, you truly should thank me."
"You..."
"You don't understand now, it's not your fault..." Zhang Fan had a compassionate look, as if enlightening a mere mortal.
"You don't understand now because you are foolish, you are obsessed... When you break through the heavy fog in your heart... Rest assured, you will definitely kneel before me."
At this, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Giving you tribulation is giving you an opportunity, something others can't even wish for."
Saying this, Zhang Fan turned around, helped Xiong Ba up, and started walking towards the exit of the ancestral hall.
"Did he... did he just insult someone?" Xiong Qianshan watched Zhang Fan's departing figure, and couldn't help but mutter.
