Venerable Beixuan's residence.
Yan Chenghai sat cross-legged on a bed. His face was pale, blood still staining the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were torn, leaving him in a wretched state.
Venerable Beixuan stood behind him, treating his injuries. Dense golden energy continuously poured from his palm into Yan Chenghai's body.
Du Xun stood to one side watching, his gaze calm and unreadable.
Half a quarter-hour later, Yan Chenghai spat out a mouthful of blood, and Bei Xuan withdrew his energy.
"Thank you for intervening, Master!"
Yan Chenghai hurriedly bowed respectfully.
Bei Xuan gathered his energy and looked at Yan Chenghai coldly. "I have only temporarily stabilized your injuries. Although Fang Mo did not intend to kill you, his True Dragon Blood aura still damaged your Golden Core. It will take time for you to return to your peak!"
Hearing this, Yan Chenghai clenched his fists tightly, venomous killing intent bursting from his eyes. "Master, I want Fang Mo dead! He actually damaged my foundation. If I do not kill him, I cannot accept it!"
"Enough!"
Bei Xuan's expression turned icy as he stared at Yan Chenghai. "You fool. You knew you were no match for him, yet you still dared harbor killing intent. Did I not stop you? Why did you still use a killing technique? If Fang Mo had not still held this Venerable in some regard, you would already be a dead man!"
"No, Master, I cannot accept this! How could he be so strong? What right does he have to be so strong? Taichu Peak should be under my control. What does he have that makes him worthy?"
Yan Chenghai looked as though he had gone mad. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was filled with frenzy.
"Shut up."