Ximen Chang’s doubts were slightly dispelled by the confident look on Han Jingru’s face, though he was still behaving high and mighty. “If you really are the Holy Chestnut possessor, then tell me from where did you get it.”
Han Jingru, on the other hand, was unperturbed by Ximen Chang’s air of haughtiness. He was used to his opponents’ supercilious manner before they realized their death was close at hand. Likewise, he was used to seeing them kneeling before him, begging for mercy.
“Everyone knows the Holy Chestnut can only be found in the Dark Forest. Don’t you know that?” he asked a rhetorical question.
Ximen Chang snorted. “Do you think someone like you could even set foot in the Dark Forest?” He believed Han Jingru got the Holy Chestnut somewhere outside the Dark Forest because that was not a place for weaklings like him.
Folding his arms, Han Jingru talked back at him. “Hey, you old geezer, aren’t you being a little too insulting? Why couldn’tI enter the Dark Forest?”
Ximen Chang’s anger was aroused. Since he became the Patriarch of the Ximen family, no one dared to be disrespectful toward him. “Do you know I could’ve killed you a hundred times over for what you just said to me? I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Now, tell me from where did you get the Holy Chestnut!”