Zhang Chen's remark-"Why don't you consider the Lineage's greater good and pass the position of head to me?"-really did leave everyone present unable to keep their composure. Zhang Shenqi, the man at the center of it all, looked especially thunderous. He stood there, utterly at a loss as to what to do.
A deathly silence settled over the scene. No one had imagined that, faced with Zhang Shenqi's raised cudgel of "the Lineage's greater good," Zhang Chen would blurt out something like that.
Watching from the sidelines, Zhang Gaqi was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Zhang Chen. In the past, when someone hoisted the banner of righteousness, everyone else could only swallow their anger and shoulder the burden rather than risk being condemned behind their backs. But Zhang Chen?
This brat had practically turned the heavens upside down!
Still, they had to admit that his approach was satisfying-unbelievably satisfying! Who among them had never been beaten with the cudgel of the Lineage's greater good?
The elders in the pavilion exchanged glances. Hearing Zhang Chen's words brought them an inexplicable sense of relief. Who among them had never been oppressed by someone perched on the moral high ground?
Yet now they had watched Zhang Chen strike back like a wild flurry of punches beating an old master to death, leaving Zhang Shenqi choking on his words. An inexplicable pleasure welled up within them.
Everyone exchanged glances, a peculiar look in their eyes. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.
"This brat has a future. I like him!" Fourth Master Zhang remarked. "He's got character!"
Even Eighth Master Zhang, who had always disliked Zhang Chen, felt the corners of his mouth twitch. "A little too much character, perhaps. He fears neither heaven nor earth, and his mind certainly takes