Ten minutes after Hu Deyao left, Han Wang and Ye Lang were still too shocked by the news to calm down, their hearts churning like a turbulent sea.
"Who on earth is this Xu Ke?" Han Wang collapsed onto the sofa, his face blank.
He now harbored what he felt was the most likely suspicion: Xu Ke must be the master's son or disciple! Otherwise, why would the master, who had declared his retirement from the martial world, suddenly decide to hand over the long-secluded Tao Ranju for Xu Ke to inherit? This must be because the master couldn't bear to watch Xu Ke take a beating any longer and decided to step in and lend him a hand...
Thinking of this, Han Wang broke out in a cold sweat that soaked his back. He was terrified.
Thank goodness I didn't come to Tianhai to kill Xu Ke. Otherwise, the master would have surely slain me by now...
