Venerable Bei Xuan's dojo.
Yan Chenghai sat cross-legged on a bed. His face was pale, blood still at the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were torn, leaving him looking utterly wretched.
Venerable Bei Xuan stood behind him, treating his injuries. Rich golden energy poured from his palm into Yan Chenghai's body without pause.
Du Xun stood to the side, watching with a calm expression that gave nothing away.
Half a quarter hour later, Yan Chenghai spat out a mouthful of blood, and Bei Xuan withdrew the energy.
"Thank you for intervening, Master!"
Yan Chenghai hurriedly bowed in respect.
Bei Xuan drew in the energy and looked at Yan Chenghai, his voice cold. "For now, I've only stabilized your injuries. Fang Mo didn't go for the kill, but his true-dragon blood energy still damaged your Golden Core. It'll take time for you to recover your peak strength!"
At his words, Yan Chenghai clenched his hands, murderous resentment flashing in his eyes. "Master, I want Fang Mo dead! He actually damaged my foundation. I won't be satisfied until he's killed!"
"That's enough!"
Bei Xuan's expression turned severe as he stared at Yan Chenghai. "You fool! You knew you were outmatched, yet you still harbored murderous intent. Didn't I tell you to stop? Why did you use your killing move anyway? If Fang Mo hadn't still had some reservations about me, you'd already be dead!"
"No, Master, I can't accept this! How can he be so strong? What gives him the right to be so strong? I should be the one in charge of Taichu Peak. What has he done to deserve it?"
Yan Chenghai seemed to be losing his mind. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulging as madness consumed him.
"Shut up!"
Bei Xuan's terrifying aura