Wang Sheng and Zhong had fought a battle, and both were quite aware that, for the time being, neither could do anything about the other.
To truly resolve this, one had to increase their strength faster than their opponent and then quickly settle the score.
Therefore, Wang Sheng left immediately, as staying any longer was pointless.
Zhong didn't stop him, just watched the person leave.
"What exactly caused this mishap? Was it because of those people?"
The methods he had wanted to use were no longer hopeful; the only way he had found now was the one, though it might bring endless troubles once executed. But if he didn't act, there might not even be a chance to face those troubles.
And he was aware that he was constantly being watched—those people would not let him go. The sudden appearance of this individual was very likely orchestrated by those people to hinder him.
"Whether it is or isn't, the two of us have no other paths to choose."
Wang Sheng was human, he was a demon.
