Chapter 381: The Way of Battle, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Suddenly Understands!

In the Golden-Winged Great Peng's pupils, Chen Ku's calm, unrippled face was reflected, yet his thoughts had already scattered.

His Adam's apple rolled, his dry throat unable to make a sound.

His gaze drifted in the void for a moment, then finally clung like a lifeline, sweeping toward his fellow disciples all around.

In that gaze lay a silent plea for help.

Yet wherever his gaze fell, those who usually called each other brothers now all lowered their heads in unison.

Some stared at their own shoes, as if the supreme Dao lay hidden there.

Others turned sideways, earnestly observing the grain of the beams and pillars inside the hall.

Some even simply closed their eyes, resembling an old monk in meditation.

No one dared to meet his eyes.

Nor did anyone dare to speak.

Unable to help despite willingness.

These four words were clearly written on everyone's face.

Nobody was a fool; anyone could see that Senior Chen Ku's scrutiny of the Golden-Winged Great Peng was not a question at all, but a "whetstone"!

His earlier earnest teachings, still ringing in their ears, were now completely overturned.

This was hardly a test; it was clearly an unsolvable problem!

Who dares to interject? Who can?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Lecture Hall was suppressed to the extreme.

The Golden-Winged Great Peng's heart, too, sank bit by bit into the depths with that deathly silence.

Just as he was nearly desperate, a somewhat honest-sounding voice broke the suffocating silence.

"This..."

The Iron-Eating Beast scratched its head, a touch of simple confusion on its face.

"Senior Chen Ku definitely didn't say that yesterday."

His frank words rang especially clear in the silent hall.

"The senior said, when an innate supreme treasure appears, strong forces will surely gather; we are weak, so we should avoid its edge."

"If Senior Brother Golden-Winged Great Peng forcibly seizes it, he risks drawing the pursuit of Quasi-Saints and even Saints."

"Wouldn't that be drawing fire upon oneself, inviting suffering?!"

These words were not just the Iron-Eating Beast's doubt alone.

It precisely voiced the shared thought in everyone's heart present.

Upon these words, the hall's oppressive atmosphere instantly loosened; countless gazes snapped to the Iron-Eating Beast, filled with approval and praise.

And the Golden-Winged Great Peng's eyes suddenly burst with brilliant light!

He jerked his head toward the Iron-Eating Beast, his gaze brimming with inexpressible gratitude.

Brother!

This is truly my dear brother!

At this critical moment, daring to uphold righteousness and speak out is practically a living bodhisattva who saves from suffering!

He seemed to clutch the last piece of driftwood, his spirit jolted upright, and he hurriedly turned to Chen Ku, his words almost spilling out.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"Heh heh… that's exactly what I thought, that's exactly what the junior thought!"

The Golden-Winged Great Peng squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, nodding and bowing while defending himself.

"The junior considered that forcible seizure would provoke Quasi-Saints and even Saints to attack, so he chose to retreat."

"This… this is also a perfect way to preserve oneself!"

He thought he had found the perfect stepping stone, an impeccable justification.

Yet his post-calamity relief lasted less than a breath.

Only seen on the high platform, Junior Chen Ku's indifferent gaze slowly swept over him, then lingered briefly on the Iron-Eating Beast's honest face.

A soft "ye?" came from his mouth.

"Oh?"

Just a single character, yet it carried an invisible pressure, tightening the atmosphere that had just relaxed.

"Master Jieyin, Uncle Zhunti, Red Cloud Saint, and I myself am here."

Junior Chen Ku's voice remained calm and waveless, yet each word struck like a great bell, hammering hard into everyone's hearts.

"How could we, the Three Saints and One Primordial, fail to protect you?!"

"Cultivating the Dao through the body, we train the flesh, forge the fighting spirit, relying on a supreme aura that can push back all ages!"

"Such timid excuses do not accord with your Dao-heart."

In his final sentence, Junior Chen Ku's gaze locked once more onto the Golden-Winged Great Peng, his tone flat yet an indisputable verdict.

Boom!

Upon these words, it was as if a thunderclap exploded in everyone's minds!

Everyone was dazed.

The expressions on their faces, just moments ago showing agreement, instantly froze into utter bewilderment and confusion.

No… not?!

Can it still be explained like this?!

This bend… turned too sharply!

Previously, when Senior Chen Ku examined others, he had never factored in the terrifying backing of the Three Saints and One Primordial.

How did it happen that, upon arriving at Jinchi Dapeng's place, the precondition changed?

Furthermore, if we really take into account our family's background that overwhelms the present age, is there still a need to hesitate and consider so much?!

Given the Buddhist Sect's current foundation and power, not to mention an Innate Supreme Treasure, even overturning a major teaching is not impossible!

To say it is enough to sweep aside the present age is by no means an exaggeration!

Gazes filled with incomprehension and confusion locked onto that figure on the high platform.

They realized they could no longer keep up with Senior Chen Ku's train of thought.

What kind of mental circuit is this?

The suppressed murmurs, like a tide, faintly seeped out from the corners of the crowd and gradually spread.

"This... Senior Chen Ku's words today are completely opposite to what he said yesterday!"

"Exactly, exactly! Could it be... could it be that the senior was so engrossed in his lecture that he forgot yesterday's content?"

"Shh! Don't speak nonsense! How could this possibly be?!"

"That is to say... Senior Brother Chen Ku's repeated statements must have a deeper meaning?"

The crowd discussed heatedly, speaking all at once, and the entire hall became noisy and clamorous.

Only one person stood in the midst of the crowd, his expression unchanged.

Kong Xuan.

He watched his own younger brother, Jinchi Dapeng, endure blow after blow under the ruler, yet his face showed no trace of displeasure or resentment.

Quite the opposite.

In the depths of his eyes, deep as the starry sky, a feeling of astonishment and shock welled up bit by bit.

So that's how it is……

So that's how it is!

A certain notion in his heart seemed to be verified one by one by everything unfolding before him.

Faced with the crowd's bewildered gazes and Jinchi Dapeng's pitiful, tear‑brimming state, Xiao Chen Ku's lips curled into a faint smile.

He did not grow angry; instead, he raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

The noisy hall instantly fell silent.

He slowly opened his mouth, his clear voice reaching everyone's ears to dispel their doubts.

"Yesterday I said: when an Innate Supreme Treasure appears, those lacking strength should stay away from places of contention; this is the truth."

"But this admonition was directed at those of you whose cultivation is shallow and whose Dao heart is not yet firm."

Xiao Chen Ku's gaze swept over the entire assembly, finally settling once more on Jinchi Dapeng.

"But Jinchi Dapeng is different."

"He is naturally extraordinary, with an exceptional lineage—he is the son of the Phoenix Ancestor, a favored child of heaven and earth."

"The cultivation method he practices is none other than the Nine Turns Mystic Skill I have passed down."

"This path is fundamentally a path of battle, a path of slaughter! One must temper the flesh and forge the fighting spirit in endless combat, fearing no hardship, dreading no strong foe, only then can one advance valiantly!"

Xiao Chen Ku's words were crystal clear, spoken plainly and lucidly.

Like a ray of dawn, it instantly tore through the mist in everyone's hearts.

So that's how it is!

The crux lies right here!

This... this is actually teaching tailored to the individual!

The crowd suddenly understood, and when they looked at Chen Ku again, their gazes were filled with awe and admiration.

The senior's teaching method is truly unique—like antlers hanging without trace, yet containing such profound meaning.

Although many doubts still lingered in their hearts, after this explanation everyone finally grasped Chen Ku's true intention.

Immediately, everyone ceased hesitating and bowed in salute.

"Disciples, we understand!"

Meanwhile, Jinchi Dapeng, the very embodiment of the 'lesson plan,' wore a face full of bitterness and mixed feelings.

He finally understood.

After all that, his earlier answer was not wrong because of the question itself.

But rather, he had failed to realize just whom Senior Chen Ku's question was directed at!

Upon this realization, he could only shake his head helplessly, his heart full of regret.

Immediately, he endured the burning pain in his palms, straightened his back once more, sat cross‑legged on the mat, his expression unprecedentedly focused, and listened attentively to Chen Ku's lecture.

Fall into a moat, gain wisdom.

Having suffered that bloody lesson, Jinchi Dapeng no longer dares to harbor any fluke mentality.

He certainly didn't want to suffer that deadly ruler again.

Yet, although he had already endured several strikes, Xiao Chen Ku's target seemed to have no intention of shifting.

That calm gaze once again fell upon him.

"Ask you again."

"Suppose you, while wandering the Primordial Wasteland, encounter a Great Luo Golden Immortal blocking your path, who pesters you incessantly, not for treasure, but solely to fight you."

"In such a situation, what should you do?!"

This time, Jinchi Dapeng dare not be the slightest bit careless.

His mind raced, turning over each word repeatedly in his heart.

Merely a Great Luo Golden Immortal blocking the way?

It did not involve any contest over fortuitous opportunities or spiritual treasures?

Pure... battle?

If that's the case, then there seems to be no need for a fight to the death.

After all, my purpose is to travel, not to make enemies everywhere.

Having figured this out, the Golden-winged Great Peng took a deep breath and replied in a tone he considered infallible, 'heart-trembling, gall-trembling':

"Reporting to my senior, given these circumstances, I... I will feint a few moves, drive back the opponent, then immediately use my divine ability to escape."

Smack!

A crisp explosive burst, almost the instant his words fell, detonated violently!

Another foot!

It landed fiercely and precisely in his palm!

A fresh blood trace overlapped with the old one, intense pain exploding from his palm, surging along his arm's meridians straight to the heavenly spirit!

The Golden-winged Great Peng's teeth clenched hard, a muffled groan suppressed in his throat, veins bulging on his forehead, distinct and clear.

Still not right?!

Indeed.

A deathly silence, under Chen Ku's gaze, made the Golden-winged Great Peng's feathers feel somewhat heavier all over.

That faint admonishing voice finally fell, devoid of any mortal air, yet each word pierced the heart.

"You're just copying others' old experiences again, with no original thought."

That sentence was like an invisible sword, instantly piercing all the schemes and considerations the Golden-winged Great Peng had just built.

His golden pupils suddenly contracted.

Chen Ku's gaze did not shift, carrying a kind of penetrating inspection of the soul, and he continued:

"I have already said, you are a cultivator of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, and you also possess the Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle and other innate spiritual treasures."

"When encountering an enemy on a narrow path, the brave prevail; you must not lose your fighting spirit."

Each word seemed to carry the vastness and weight of the primordial world, heavily striking the Golden-winged Great Peng's heart.

"Remember, you differ from those who cultivate Buddhist methods; for you, a great battle is itself a form of cultivation."

If it were before, the Golden-winged Great Peng would surely feel endless grievance and confusion.

Yet now, Chen Ku's words 'a great battle is itself a cultivation for you' exploded deep in his soul.

It was not an ordinary sound.

But the sound of the Great Dao, like the thunder of heaven and earth being split apart!

In an instant, the Golden-winged Great Peng felt everything before him lose color, his entire mind sinking into a chaos.

Countless thoughts and insights turned into billions of streams of light, wildly scouring his cognition.

That's it!

He finally understood.

This is the fundamental, core difference between him and the Buddhist mighty ones Mile, Dashizhi, and Jiaye!

Their Dao is the profound meaning of cultivating Mahayana Buddhism, seeking to save all beings, using boundless merit to illuminate the three thousand worlds, ultimately attaining unsurpassed complete enlightenment.

That is a path of compassion, a path of merit.

But that is not his Dao!

In the past, Chen Ku transmitted the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, and moreover, shockingly integrated the Buddhist-exclusive body-tempering method into it, passing it on to him and the Iron-eating Beast and other beings.

From that moment on, their paths were destined.

They are born for war, exist for killing!

Only through the tempering of blood and fire can they attain perfection.

Only by experiencing repeated life-and-death battles can their Nine Revolutions Mystic Art continually break through, their flesh grow ever stronger, their combat prowess ever more outstanding!

So, the previous answer was wrong.

Wrong to an absurd degree!

Having figured this out, the suppressed arrogant aura around the Golden-winged Great Peng surged back, even purer and sharper than before.

He did not continue to ask.

Because he already had the answer.

Not only him, but the Iron-eating Beast and other beings beside him likewise fell into contemplation, their eyes flashing with an uncertain light.

What they cultivate is also the Nine Revolutions Mystic Cloud.

Chen Ku observed the subtle change in the Golden-winged Great Peng's demeanor, felt his soaring battle spirit almost about to burst forth, and nodded slightly in satisfaction.

The young are teachable.

He pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over every being present, his voice sounding again, more deep and solemn than before.

"Then, if the opponent is not a Great Luo Golden Immortal but instead a Quasi-Sage blocking the way,"

"What then?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to be drained.

The problem remains the same problem.

Only, the opponent's level has undergone an earth-shaking change.

Great Luo Golden Immortal, replaced by a Quasi-Sage powerhouse!

However, before the Golden-winged Great Peng could organize his surging fighting spirit and integrate the new insight into his thoughts,

Beside him, the Iron-eating Beast's small eyes suddenly brightened.

He seemed to have found the 'key' to it, eagerly speaking up first, his honest voice carrying a hint of self-satisfied cleverness.

"Hehe, this question, I can also answer."

What we cultivate is the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique; the emphasis is on moving forward bravely!

Even if we encounter a Quasi-Saint, we must give it a fight, damn it!

Thus, to not disappoint Senior Chen Ku's teaching of fearlessness and the principle that the brave prevail when meeting on a narrow path!

The Iron-eating Beast has fully comprehended!

He felt that Senior Chen Ku's teachings to other beings might emphasize something like the 'steady path'.

But for those who practice the Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique, it is completely another extreme.

That is recklessness!

Never mind the details, never mind who the opponent is; if there's a disagreement, just go at it directly!

Just fight and it's over!

So, this time he answered eagerly, his tone extremely firm, his heart full of anticipation, awaiting Chen Ku's praise and commendation.

But just as his words fell,

Smack!

A beam of pure light, swift to the extreme, flashed past.

The Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler struck with perfect precision on his outstretched heavy palm, without the slightest mishap.

A crisp, explosive bang rang out.

In an instant, the Iron-eating Beast's palm, already as heavy as a small mountain, became even heavier at a visible speed, even showing a hint of purplish-red.

The Iron-eating Beast, a bear, was completely bewildered, looking at Xiao Chen Ku with utter confusion.

What's going on?!

I…… guessed the senior's intentions wrong again?!

This shouldn't be the case!

Yet he heard Chen Ku's reproach, laced with the frustration of 'hating iron for not becoming steel,' fall coldly.

"Fearless and dauntless, everything must be striven for—these words are indeed correct!"

"But do you know what a Quasi-Saint is?!"

Chen Ku's voice suddenly rose, carrying an invisible pressure.

"Any Quasi-Saint either has severed the three corpses and placed their obsessions between heaven and earth, or has fully comprehended the Great Dao's principles, such that their words become law! Their terrifying power far exceeds your imagination!"

"With your measly Golden Immortal strength, charging up is no different than seeking death; what's there to say about 'giving it a fight'?!"

"Even if you harbor courage, you must also consider your own strength in your actions."

"Otherwise, how are you different from a mere reckless fool?!"

Each of Chen Ku's rebukes struck like a heavy hammer, slamming hard into the Iron-eating Beast's chest.

His originally expectant and excited expression instantly collapsed, his head drooping, even forgetting the intense pain in his palm.

Numbed!

Completely numbed!

A lack of consideration, and I've fallen again into the pit dug by my senior.

Moreover, every word Chen Ku said is truth.

He previously only thought of putting into practice that so-called 'fearlessness,' but completely ignored the strength gap between them, as vast as a heavenly moat.

Golden Immortal versus Quasi-Saint?

That's not a battle; it's a one-sided slaughter.

Not to mention him; even if the Golden-Winged Great Peng had stepped into the Great Luo realm, facing a true Quasi-Saint, it might not even have the power to strike back.

The so-called 'giving it a fight' now sounds utterly ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the Golden-Winged Great Peng, while the Iron-eating Beast was being scolded, felt its mind shaken again.

He gained much insight once more.

Chen Ku's two rebukes, though seemingly contradictory, actually convey a complete and profound principle.

Those cultivators who practice the Great Dao of Offensive Killing must have the courage to rend the heavens and forge ahead fearlessly, yet simultaneously possess the insight to perceive the finest details and the foresight to leave no strategy unconsidered.

Courage without strategy is recklessness.

Strategy without courage is cowardice.

Only when valor and wisdom coexist can it be considered the true path of the strong.

Just then, Xiao Chen Ku's gaze fell upon him for the third time.

"Golden-Winged Great Peng, suppose you walk the world together with Guanyin."

"But if you happen to encounter two Great Luo Golden Immortals seeking trouble, what should you do?!"

Chen Ku's words fell.

This time, the Golden-Winged Great Peng finally felt it had fully comprehended.

He knew that Senior Chen Ku's teachings to him were never a method of prudent self-preservation, but a truly invincible path of offensive killing in the world.

Therefore, he no longer hesitated; his battle spirit condensed throughout his body, forming decisive and resolute words.

"Directly strike out, suppress it, or repel it—either will do!"

The Golden-Winged Great Peng had absolute confidence.

This, surely, is the answer Chen Ku wanted to hear!

However, all that was seen was Chen Ku first slightly nodding, a flash of approval in his eyes.

But shortly after, he slowly shook his head.

These two opposite attitudes caused the Golden-Winged Great Peng's just‑raised confidence to hang in mid‑air, leaving it somewhat bewildered.

His answer…… wasn't good enough?!

Just as he had thought, Young Chen Ku again spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of guidance.

"You still haven't fully comprehended after all."

"Facing two Great Luo Golden Immortals, you can suppress them with your strike."

"But you must know, Observing World Sound is not known for combat prowess."

"If, when you strike, the enemy sends one to entangle you while another takes advantage of the opening to seize Observing World Sound, capture her to force your surrender—what would you do then?!"

Upon these words.

The aura of arrogant disdain for all under heaven that had previously swirled around the Golden-winged Great Peng's body instantly vanished without a trace.

The arrogance on his face, like charcoal doused with cold water, left only a pallid, stiff rigidity.

His golden pupils contracted sharply.

"This..."

A single word squeezed out from his throat, dry and hoarse beyond compare, while the words that followed stuck fast, unable to form a sentence.

His mind raced, trying to find a solution, but each thought that arose was shattered by an even crueler reality.

Guard the head, lose the tail.

Guard the tail, lose the head.

This is a deadlock.

Young Chen Ku's hypothesis, like an invisible mountain, weighed heavily upon his spirit.

Observing World Sound.

That is a fellow traveler on the path, a fellow sect member.

If, under my own assault, I subdued the strong enemy but watched helplessly as Observing World Sound was surrounded and killed by the enemy's allies, what would I be?

A reckless brute?

A heartless, unrighteous one who knows only slaughter, not comradeship—a lone wanderer?

Such a victory is not only not glorious, but a bone-deep disgrace.

Beads of cold sweat seeped from the Golden-winged Great Peng's brow, sliding down his sharply defined cheeks.

His proud heart tasted helplessness and embarrassment for the first time.

Chen Ku's gaze was calm as an abyss, undisturbed by the Golden-winged Great Peng's loss for words.

He did not intend to humiliate.

This oppressive silence itself is part of the instruction.

Finally, in the near‑still air, he spoke again, his voice clear and cold, each word distinct like the ringing of metal and stone, striking everyone's hearts.

"Even with the power to overturn heaven and earth, before acting one must first consider the safety of one's fellow sect members."

"To act alone obstinately is not courage, but folly."

"If, because of you, a fellow sect member falls, then even if you later slay all the enemies, what meaning is there?"

"That is not victory, but a price—forging your own merit with the blood of fellow sect members, a loss that outweighs the gain."

A few brief words, without a trace of anger, yet more terrifying than the harshest rebuke, making hearts tremble.

These words were not only for the Golden-winged Great Peng, but for everyone present.

In fact, Chen Ku's teaching method has always been this way.

He never directly feeds answers.

Instead, he first sets up a trap, an apparently unsolvable predicament, and throws people into it.

To let you personally experience that struggle, that helplessness, to let you repeatedly hit walls in the dead‑end of your thoughts until you recognize your shortcomings from the marrow.

As the saying goes, what we learn from paper feels shallow.

Only hardship personally endured can leave the deepest imprint.

When your pride is worn down by reality, when your thoughts fall into desperation, only then does he offer the sole path to survival.

This is the "standard answer."

Now hearing it, it is no longer empty preaching, but profound truth that enlightens like sweet dew.

Its effect far surpasses a thousand words.

Of course, this remarkable effect always comes at a cost.

These repeated interrogations have already brought great sin upon the Golden-winged Great Peng's proud divine claws.

At some point, Young Chen Ku held a thin jade ruler, as delicate as a cicada's wing, which bore no spiritual aura yet seemed to contain some heavenly principle.

Each time the Golden-winged Great Peng's answer was biased, the jade ruler would fall silently.

Appearing light and casual, it actually penetrates to the marrow.

At this moment, the Golden-winged Great Peng's right hand hanging at his side is no longer the sharp, vigorous claw it once was.

Once each claw was sharp as divine weapons, flashing with immortal golden light; now they are swollen and inflamed, every inch of flesh unnaturally enlarged and puffed.

The joints grew coarse, outlines blurred, the skin stretched glossy, with even subcutaneous blood slowly seeping.

This state now bears a resemblance to the clumsy bear‑paw of the legendary iron‑eating beast.

Waves of intense pain shot from his palms, burning his nerves, and even more, burning the dignity of his status as an ancient divine bird.

Watching this scene, Xuanjian at the edge of the crowd could barely keep from lifting the corners of his mouth.

He desperately lowered his head, shoulders twitching slightly, straining to suppress the barely‑contained glee threatening to burst forth.

Great!

Truly great!

Finally, finally I am not the only one bearing all this!

In yesterday's lesson, Xuanjian was precisely the one singled out for special attention.

Every question Chen Ku asked was like it was tailor‑made for him, precisely striking each weak point in his sword Dao cultivation.

Whenever he failed to answer, or his answer was not thorough enough, that jade ruler would fall promptly.

After yesterday's lesson ended, his sword‑holding hand trembled so badly he could hardly sheathe his sword.

But today, the tides have turned.

From the start of the lecture, Chen Ku's gaze had hardly left the Golden‑winged Great Peng.

All the questions, all the assumptions, all the examinations—everything fell upon this peerless Golden‑winged Great Peng.

He and the others had utterly become mere spectators.

Xuanjian even felt an illusion, as if today's lecture were a special session set up by Chen Ku's master solely for the Golden‑winged Great Peng.

This feeling of schadenfreude gave him great solace for the grievance and pain he had suffered yesterday.

Not only Xuanjian.

In fact, at this moment all the disciples surrounding the dojo, whether Buddhist or Daoist, were already filled with surging emotions, brimming with shock and deeper incomprehension.

Their gazes darted back and forth between Chen Ku's calm profile and the Golden‑winged Great Peng's swollen, red "bear paw".

Strand after strand of furtive mental whispers quietly intertwined among the crowd.

"Senior Chen Ku (brother)... what does this mean? Is the examination of the Golden‑winged Great Peng perhaps… too much?"

"Yes, it's excessive. It's basically beating him while holding him down, leaving no room for mercy."

"Do you remember? When we previously examined Senior Maitreya, we only asked a few questions. Senior Maitreya is the chief disciple of the second generation of the Buddhist sect, his status exalted, yet Senior Chen Ku merely touched on the points and stopped."

"That's right, it's the same for everyone else. Why, then, does it become this spectacle when it comes to the Golden‑winged Great Peng?"

"From the very beginning, Senior Chen Ku's gaze locked onto him, as if today's session wouldn't be complete unless he drove him to breakdown."

The crowd's expressions varied—some sympathy, some doubt, but more was an indescribable dread.

They couldn't understand.

Senior Chen Ku's conduct is always thus unpredictable and unfathomable.

This made the crowd unable to resist muttering in their hearts.

What karma has this Golden‑winged Great Peng brought upon itself?

Where has it offended this unfathomable senior (brother)?

To be subjected to such harsh grinding in front of so many people…

Yet they have no idea.

The crowd's chatter, the beings' incomprehension—Chen Ku was not unaware of it.

His spiritual sense swept over like a gentle breeze, gathering every trace of emotion and every hint of confusion deep within.

Yet his expression remained unchanged, his heart‑lake undisturbed by even a ripple.

His gaze still rested on the Golden‑winged Great Peng; deep in his eyes lay a trace of consideration that no one could fathom.

Little did they know, Chen Ku also had his own considerations…