Gu Han slowly opened his eyes.

He met Gu Tian's concerned gaze.

"Foster father."

He smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"…Good."

Gu Tian closed his eyes again and focused on refining the corpse of the Golden-scaled Crocodile, which had little essence left.

Gulp!

Fatty swallowed his saliva and quietly slipped back to Gu Han's side.

"Did... did it work?"

"It worked."

"How... how did you do it?"

"It wasn't very hard."

Gu Han thought for a moment.

"I just casually swung my sword. It was incredibly easy."

He was telling the truth.

The one who exerted great effort and ended up exhausted was the Shadow, and the Sword Intent in that strike came from the Sword Prison. As for him... he merely made a waving motion.

"…"

Fatty felt a pang of envy.

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Fatty."

Gu Han shook his head.

"It's not that I'm keeping secrets. My method can't be replicated by anyone, and... it involves my secret. Sorry."

"Sigh, I understand."

Fatty waved his hand weakly.

"It's just a bit disheartening..."

"Alright."

Gu Han patted him.@@novelbin@@

"You're actually not bad yourself."

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