“Do you want me to help you with your revenge?” Mu Yang asked.

Li Tianming shook his head. “Nope.”

“Why?”

“It will be meaningless unless I kill him with my own hands. Besides, he's your disciple, and I don’t want you to dirty your hands,” Li Tianming replied.

“You want to kill him? Do you know how big the gap is between the two of you?” Mu Yang asked.

“I don’t need to know, since I will eventually catch up.” Li Tianming smiled with unreadable confidence.

“Are you sure? At your current level?” Mu Yang didn’t want to look down on him, but the truth was undeniable.

“Of course.”

“Then I will sit back and watch. To be honest, I’d say you are dreaming.”

Li Tianming laughed. “That’s perfectly normal. I’d be more worried if you believe that I can do it.”

“Confident, eh? But let me give you one word of advice.”

“I’m listening,” Li Tianming said.

“Don’t be impulsive, wait for your chance. If your mother has to prepare your funeral, your enemy’s going to get off scot-free.”

“I will keep that in mind.” Li Tianming nodded. But he felt that Mu Yang had no idea how strong his burning hatred was. Rage, impulse......