The two men sat facing each other in the room.
Looking at Chu Yunhai before him, how could Yuwen Mingjue accept this?
Not only had Yang Jing beaten him so badly in the Azure Qilin Battle that he had been bedridden and missed his chance to enter the Fu Mountain Grand Competition, but that hatred had long since taken root in his heart, burning away at his reason day and night.
He raised his eyes to the impassive Chu Yunhai, his mind racing.
He knew perfectly well that if he kept insisting that Chu Yunhai severely injure Yang Jing during the Fu Mountain Grand Competition, Chu Yunhai would refuse, and might even grow displeased with him.
Yuwen Mingjue drew a deep breath, suppressing the viciousness churning in his heart, and lowered his voice. "Senior Brother Chu, I oversimplified things. You needn't seriously injure Yang Jing. Just teach him a lesson during the Fu Mountain Grand Competition and make him suffer a little. That will be enough. As long as you agree, I guarantee that the Divine Flame Fruit will reach your hands as soon as possible, without the slightest mishap."
Chu Yunhai glanced at him, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, betraying not a trace of emotion.
He considered briefly, his fingertips tapping softly against the table, but did not immediately answer.
That single glance from Chu Yunhai sent an invisible pressure surging toward Yuwen Mingjue, making even his breathing falter.
Chu Yunhai stood first on the Profound Truth Sect's Hidden Dragon Ranking. He was widely acknowledged as the leading young disciple below the senior brothers of the various branches, and was destined to become an influential figure in the Profound Truth Sect, and even throughout Jintai Prefecture.
Even the deeply established Yuwen Family would not lightly offend