Just as everyone had thought, he truly wasn't afraid of Murong Qingxian.
In his eyes, even if he couldn't deal with Murong Tianxiao, surely he could handle a mere junior.
Murong Qingxian's expression remained unchanged. "You spew too much crap. Do you dare or not? Give me a straight answer."
The smile faded from Jiang Longshan's face.
But just as he was about to speak, Murong Tianxiao grabbed Murong Qingxian's arm and said, stressing every word, "I'll ask you one more time. Do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I do," Murong Qingxian replied.
"You..."
Murong Tianxiao stared hard at his nephew, but when he saw that his expression hadn't changed, he finally released his grip.
He understood his nephew's temperament well enough.
He looked as though he stood above the smoke and fire of the mortal world, yet he was more stubborn than anyone. Once he decided on something, nothing could change his mind.
Moreover, he never wasted words.
Most importantly, he and Murong Qingxian weren't close.
Some words reached his lips, only to turn into a soft sigh.
Jiang Longshan took it all in before saying, "Since you're so eager to court death, I'll grant—"
"Wait."
Just then, Chen Wen suddenly spoke.
Everyone instinctively turned to look.
They saw Chen Wen walking over.
Jiang Longshan also raised his head, his gaze settling on Chen Wen, coldness lurking in his eyes.
He had a deep, bitter grudge against Chen Wen.
No... to be precise, their Jiang Clan had a mortal feud with Chen Wen.
If he had a chance to kill Chen Wen, he certainly wouldn't pass it up.
But he also knew that ever since Chen Wen killed Jiang Longzhan, he no longer had any right to make a move against Chen Wen.
Now that Chen Wen