Fang Hao ran for over ten miles in one breath, and only after feeling that the bastard Zhao Wuji couldn't catch up for the time being did he stop in a hidden, vine-covered grotto to catch his breath.
He pushed his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes and Divine Sense to the limit, carefully scanning the surroundings several times, and only after confirming there was no danger and no one following him did he relax slightly.
"Damn it, is this Zhao Wuji a piece of dog-skin plaster? I just snatched a few fruits from you, is it really necessary to scream about killing and fighting, and never stop until one of us is dead?"
Fang Hao muttered to himself, but he knew exactly what was going on in his heart.
In the cultivation world, stealing someone's Opportunity is equivalent to cutting off their path to the Dao, especially for a proud and arrogant disciple of a great Family like Zhao Wuji; it would be strange if he let him go after losing so much face.
