Qianye stared intently at Margo. “What about him? Let him run. He won’t be able to come out and meet anyone without five years of recuperation. You, on the other hand, are someone I remember. You ran quite fast back then, why aren’t you running now? Are you planning on fighting me to the death?”

Margo’s breathing quickened.

He discovered that Qianye’s aura wasn’t stable, a clear sign of weakness. This wasn’t strange because Qianye had just killed so many experts and then injured a demonkin duke. How could he not be drained? He was likely a spent force at this point and only feigning his power.

Wasn’t this an opportunity?

In the blink of an eye, all he could see were contributions, fame, endless resources, and willing beauties. Even the aloof Nighteye might view him in a new light.

The more Margo looked at Qianye, the more he liked him. It was as though a massive bag of merits was standing before him.

Qianye immediately noticed the man’s expression and guessed what he was thinking about....