If Han Zhao fought head-on, he would probably not be in a good situation.
"It's fine. I have my ways," Han Zhao said with a smile. He didn't want to owe too many favors.
"Since Fellow Daoist Han is confident, I'm relieved." Although Zhu Yuan did not know what method Han Zhao had, seeing that he had repeatedly created miracles, he did not say anything else.
After Zhu Yuan left, Han Zhao found Su Tianqi in the crowd at the back.
"Brother Su."
Han Zhao cupped his hands.
"Brother Han, you're really…" Hearing Han Zhao address him like this, Su Tianqi didn't stand on ceremony. He smiled and raised his thumb in wonder.
He did not know what words to use to express his surprise.
"With our friendship, I won't thank you. This is for you." Han Zhao took out a Sumeru Pouch from his waist and handed it over.
"This is?" Su Tianqi was stunned. He took the Sumeru Pouch and probed it with his mental power. His eyes widened.
