Divine Capital.
Sole True Sect Headquarters.
The Chen Family.
Chen Yun's face was pale. Dressed in a pitch-black robe, he leaned against the soft couch beside the bed, yet an inexplicably sharp glint flickered in his eyes.
Dark and gloomy.
A table stood before him.
On it lay a sheet of white paper.
A hundred names had been written on the paper in neat rows.
At the very top were "Feng Yun," "Xue Changqing," and "Yan Beihan"—the top hundred names on this Cloud Top Weapon Compendium.
Numbers five hundred and one through six hundred.
Those ranked below six hundred were not under consideration. They were either subordinates or enemies who could be defeated with ease, and there was no need to care about them.
Beyond the hundred names was one name standing alone.
Ye Feng.
Chen Yun's eyes rested on that name, staring at it for a long time.
A faint smile touched his face as his fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, deep in thought.
He was considering this: Under those circumstances, what would Ye Feng be feeling, and what would he do? Given his personality and habits, how would he react?
After thinking for a long while, he finally reached a conclusion: Aside from quietly swallowing his anger, there truly seemed to be nothing he could do.
Countless heavyweights from both sides were present. Though Ye Feng was haughty, he indeed had no stage on which to perform.
Yet he always felt that something was amiss. Thus, every time his gaze tried to leave the name Ye Feng, it unconsciously returned to it, and he pondered it all over again.
Only after a long while did his gaze helplessly shift away and land on the name at the very top.
"Feng Yun..."
A flash of pain suddenly crossed Chen