The Sword King's face flickered with a hint of curiosity; he hadn't expected Su Han to say the same words as he did.
Fu Yu smiled, his eyes showing unabashed admiration for Su Han, but within that admiration there was also a trace of murderous intent.
"Second brother, are you going to Tianhai?"
Fu Yu sipped his tea, glancing at the Sword King.
But the Sword King didn't speak, engrossed in his own thoughts. It seemed as if he had realized something, but still, without uttering a word, he turned and left.
This was his habit, as well as his style of conduct, to which Fu Yu and Qibai had long grown accustomed.
Watching the Sword King leave, Qibai couldn't help speaking up.
"Big Brother, will Second Brother kill Su Han?"
Fu Yu poured another cup of tea, the aroma filling the air as his gaze deepened.
