Was it a kind of fate or an unseen guidance, or a tangled entanglement of the two?
No, none of those.
Ding Le just thought that the only person in the capital who could save him now was the mysterious and unpredictable Chief Yu.
He guessed that this Chief Yu was quite possibly also a cultivator.
After all, he was the man who had been personally slapped by Yu Xian.
The feeling he got from the cultivator who tried to kill him with fire during their rendezvous felt the same as when Chief Yu slapped him that day.
This matter had been kept in his heart.
He had originally thought it could only be a small secret he would brag about to his descendants when he was old.
But this time, he had nowhere else to turn, so he had to take a gamble and fight for a glimmer of hope.
Ding Le glanced at the tall walls of Duke Fu's Mansion, his feet moved, and as soon as he was three inches off the ground, he was forced down by an invisible force.
Smack!
Ding Le fell onto his bottom.
"Go away!"
