"Are you really a disciple of the Heavenly Evil Doctor?" Fang Qiang asked with some reverence.
As a Grandmaster warrior, he was also considered an existence at the peak of martial arts. Yet, compared to the Heavenly Evil Doctor, it was like comparing the brightness of a candle to the radiant moon; there was simply no comparison.
"This doesn't affect what's between us. If you can manage to kill me, I guarantee the old man won't trouble you," Xiao Han said, shaking his head.
But, this was equivalent to admitting his identity.
Fang Qiang shuddered, quickly clasping his hands together and saying, "I wouldn't dare."
Seeing his reaction, it was clear he had been seriously intimidated.
"You don't want my head anymore?" Xiao Han asked with a look of surprise.
"Slap."
Fang Qiang slapped himself and said seriously, "It's all because of my foolish mouth speaking nonsense. I didn't mean it, it was just a moment of rashness and I almost made a mistake, but now I've come to my senses."
