The third chance.
And the last one, too.
Tang Cen's face was gloomy under the covers. If he couldn't defeat Zhou Li this time, or couldn't hang him from the roof beam and beat him until he begged for mercy on his knees, a fair system of dormitory slavery would be established.
I am a slave.
Humming a tune, Zhou Li placed the water basin full-filled by Tang Cen on the shelf, washed his face, and then grabbed a medical book and began to read while lying on the bed.
Pretending to be asleep, Tang Cen's right hand clenched tightly, his eyes filled with an icy calm.
Don't rush it, Tang Cen, you can't rush it.
You are the son of the Tang Sect's Sect Leader, the youngest Inner Sect Disciple of the Tang Sect, the youngest Third Realm Spirit Qi Master in the history of the Tang Sect, the chosen son of heaven, the pride of the Tang Sect, Zhou Li's slave...
Wait a second, that's not right.
Tang Cen clenched his fist tightly and calmed himself down.
