Soaring Dragon Sect.
Qin Shi Huang stood in silence, his gaze fixated on the youth before him.
The Fang Tian in front of him bore no resemblance to the one who was thoroughly thrashed at the Flying Crane Sect through the hands of Fang Yuan.
Instead, his complexion was completely healthy, even his breathing was steady, it was as if there wasn't even the slightest trace of injury on his body.
"Why did you fake your defeat?"
Qin Shi Huang finally asked, although his voice was calm, but Fang Tian knew better than to look at it at face value.
Fang Tian lifted his head and met his master's gaze yet there was no hesitation whatsoever in his eyes.
"I want to kill him," he said slowly.
"With my own two hands."
Qin Shi Huang studied him in silence.
To kill him with his own two hands…
If that was truly Fang Tian's goal, then the battle with Fang Yuan had never been a contest to begin with, it had been a farce.
