Because Hou Jue's attack was so strong, it resulted in Zhang Suohao not getting a wink of sleep the previous night, lying on his bed with Hou Jue's last sincere phrase, "Am I truly yours?" filling his mind.
It was too intense, he really couldn't stand it.
If it hadn't been for the Deadman's Blade blocking him, Zhang Suohao would have probably beaten Hou Jue to death on the spot. It was also fortunate that throughout the years, Hou Jue, thanks to his sharp tongue, had offended many and taken quite a few beatings, which hardened him to the point of having skin and bones as tough as copper and iron, otherwise he truly wouldn't have been able to hold up.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Suohao forced himself to pull away from the anger caused by the previous night's humiliation. He looked at Lord Qianhu talking to Zhou Li about something and after thinking for a moment, stood up and walked over.
"Zhou Li, can we really find what we're looking for this way?"
