"Heh. Do you think he was truly kind to me? In his eyes, I am nothing but a handyman raised by him. Otherwise, he would teach me the Sky Throne Divine Art long ago." Pen Fuyin snorted coldly.
"My ancestor should have told you before that the Sky Throne Divine Art isn't suitable for those without our bloodline. Instead of believing the one who fed you, you are using this excuse to betray him." Tian Gouwei shook his head slightly. "There's no need to say anything further. Just come."
Peng Fuyin smiled coldly. He glanced at Han Bingling in the distance and said. "Are you sure you want to intervene in this?"
Han Bingling laughed gently. "What kind of that stupid question? Do you think I can truly get out of this?"
Peng Fuyin's face darkened. "Very well. Since you want to die, I don't mind giving it to you." He looked at the two old men beside him. "I leave this bitch to both of you."
