Ye Chen was dumbfounded. He could not understand why the man before him had so much faith in him—so much that he thought Ye Chen would soon kill Wang Lifeng.
Lately, Ye Chen had been targeting Wang Lifeng at every turn.
If he had wanted to kill Wang Lifeng, he would have had plenty of chances. He simply did not want to finish him off so quickly. For Wang Lifeng, that would have been a release.
Ye Chen would never let him off so easily.
He wanted Wang Lifeng to watch helplessly as his trusted subordinates and lackeys were killed one by one. He wanted him trapped in the fear of isolation and helplessness before slowly killing him, so that Wang Lifeng would know exactly what despair felt like before he died.
Only then could Ye Chen truly vent his anger.
But that was his own business.
Only he knew what gave him such confidence.
So why did this man have so much faith in him?
"How do you know—"
"Don't ask. I just think you're extraordinary. The moment I saw you, I had a feeling you'd become a peerless expert who would shake the Martial Dao of Great Xia."
With that, Li Yun waved to Ye Chen, stepped around him, and drifted away.
Ye Chen: "..."
At a loss for words, Ye Chen stood there in a daze for a long while before coming to his senses.
"Master..." he murmured. "Why does that fellow have so much faith in me? And why does he seem so strange?"
"All this time, people who've seen me have either come over to mock me, looked down their noses at me, or sneered at me for no reason and called me a country bumpkin."
"But that fellow... he didn't seem to do any