"Ye Zhen's thoughts, you don't understand... but I do!"
The words of his own master left Butler Huaa somewhat perplexed. He didn't fully understand Ye Zhen's ideas, but how could the master understand them all?
"Master?"
Butler Huaa expressed his confusion.
Huaa Wushuang did not speak or explain to Butler Huaa, believing that people like Butler Huaa could never comprehend the thoughts of a hero.
Indeed, in Huaa Wushuang's view, Ye Zhen had already qualified as a hero.
Huaa Wushuang knew that since yesterday, Ye Zhen had been waiting for his strength to recover to its peak state to battle him.
But luck was too poor; just as he had nearly recovered overnight, Mo Xinsui blasted him into severe injuries.
And now, Ye Zhen was still waiting, doing his best to buy time for Huaa Wushuang, to maximize his combat power when they ultimately clashed.
Probably by now Ye Zhen had already come to regret not being able to fight Huaa Wushuang at his full strength.
