"It's a pity to waste such a promising talent. He could have been my greatest assassin, but now he's wasted."
Old Man Chen spoke in such a manner, but his tone was devoid of any loss. Instead, there was a hint of relief, as if a burden had been lifted from his chest.
He dare not even contemplate the idea of taking in Marquis Mu as his own ever since five years ago, let alone now, when Marquis Mu had grown so powerful. Old Man Chen's deepest desire was Marquis Mu's death!
Only when he was dead, Old Man Chen could emerge and get a better chance and future. Today, relying on the herbal medicine implanted in Marquis Mu's body during his childhood, he successfully turned him into a living medicinal man, and thus eliminated this thorny individual.
This was the best possible outcome, dealing with such a concern was worth any price.
With a cold snort, Old Man Chen said: "I was blind, I raised a wolf. Now you will die in my hands!" Cold and grim lights flashed from Old Man Chen's eyes.