"Wyatt Barnes, you'd better not fall into my hands in the future... otherwise, I, Holden Yellow, will make you wish you were dead!"
Thinking of the "culprit" who forced him to leave the Moon Radiance Sect, Holden Yellow clenched his teeth in hatred, nearly grinding them to pieces.
In his eyes, all of this was Wyatt Barnes' fault!
If Wyatt hadn't refused to return his gambling stakes back then, he wouldn't have hated Wyatt, nor would things have escalated to this point.
Yet Holden never considered that it was entirely his own greed that led him to participate in Wyatt's setup of a gamble.
Meanwhile, far away from Holden, Wyatt Barnes had been flying at full speed for a quarter-hour, only stopping once the power of the Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman dissipated from his body.
"Luckily, I still have a second Grade Three Divine Travel Talisman in hand; otherwise, I'd be dead for sure today!"
Wyatt muttered.
