Tang Xiu had hatred toward Xue Qingcheng, and Han Qingwu's identity was a complicated matter inside his heart. However, he did not want her to die on the underground fighting arena, for he was hoping that she would regain her memory about what had happened in the Immortal World and then settle the matters between the two of them thoroughly.
"Alright. I'll go."
Tang Xiu replied with an expressionless face and directly walked away. He did not want to spend more time idling with Han Qingwu, for it would make his mind keep recalling the years he spent together with Xue Qingcheng in the Immortal World. Those years of blissful and sweet times were now like a sharp knife shearing his heart.