At this thought, the scarlet in Cang Batian's eyes deepened.
The next moment, he sprang to his feet and arrived before the Body Tempering Pool in an instant.
But just as he wanted to charge in again and regain his lost face, his steps came to an involuntary halt.
Yes, at that moment, his reason still prevailed over his impulse.
He understood that going back in would perhaps only make him look worse, not help him recover anything.
After all, even at his peak, he had been unable to contend with the other party. What did he have to compete with now?
For all he knew, this momentary impulse could bury his future.
With that thought, the impulse in Cang Batian's heart gradually receded.
The next moment, his gaze settled in a certain direction. Gritting his teeth, he said hatefully, "No matter who you are, no matter what method you used to defeat me."
"I, Cang Batian, will remember today's humiliation. If I do not win it back, then I am unworthy of the title Honored Son of Heaven."
Only after a long while did Cang Batian slowly withdraw his gaze, turn around, and leave the first-level Body Tempering Pool.
Ye Zhoushan had taken in the entire scene. Seeing that Cang Batian could cut his losses in time and suppress the impulse in his heart, he could not help nodding.
In his view, Cang Batian at least had some brains. He knew what should be done and what should not be done.
If Cang Batian had truly charged into the Body Tempering Pool again, then Ye Zhoushan could say that Cang Batian was finished.
A perfectly good future would have been ruined by a single wrong thought.
Naturally, Chen Wen knew nothing of all this.
At this moment, he was