The Dragon Vein concerned the fate of the nation and the lives of its people. Tampering with it had far-reaching consequences, so whether for the sake of his country or his own dignity, King Chen was entirely justified in pressing Bai Yang again and again for an explanation.
The reason King Chen could still suppress his anger and ask Bai Yang for an explanation was that Bai Yang was simply too extraordinary. Whether it was the wisdom and strength he had displayed, or his relationship with Chen Yongfa, from King Chen's perspective, it was best not to fall out with him unless absolutely necessary.
That was because of all Bai Yang had done in the past. If it had been anyone else, just imagine—would King Chen still be wasting his breath on them? He would have gone straight to war.
Faced with this situation, Bai Yang knew that without a reason, things would only spiral out of control.
His thoughts flickered, and an inscrutable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. Bai Yang thought, Since that's the case, I might as well test where everyone stands. I hope they don't disappoint me.
Once he had made up his mind, Bai Yang deliberately let his face turn pale and wan. Looking at them with a bitter smile, he said, "Your Majesty, Brother Chen, Senior Huang, I truly had no choice. I'm seriously injured, and my soul has suffered severe damage. I need the Dragon Vein to nourish me and heal my wounds, so I had no choice but to do this. I have nothing against the Chen Dynasty. I hope you'll forgive me. Could we leave everything until I've recovered? I'll take responsibility for all the consequences then, and give you a satisfactory explanation."
"Brother Bai, you're injured? Who hurt