"Why? In terms of strength, which of the Dark Hall's eighteen sect masters is stronger than me?" Ying Chuan looked at Zhuo Yue and demanded, "Once I join the Dark Hall, I'll be its strongest sect master!"
"Well..."
Zhuo Yue was at a loss for words, his face flushing red beneath his mask.
He wanted to say he had set his sights on the sect master position first, but he feared Black Radiance would beat him if he said it.
"Do you truly want to join the Dark Hall?" Black Radiance studied Ying Chuan from head to toe with interest.
"If I followed my heart, I wouldn't want to join any organization. But recent events have gradually taught me that without backing, I can't climb higher or settle greater grudges."
Ying Chuan's expression was earnest. "I've walked the path of a rogue cultivator long enough. It's time I tried to change."
Hua Yunfei knew he was changing for the sake of his benefactor.
Originally, Ying Chuan had wanted to rely on himself, but after reviving his benefactor ahead of time, he had suffered a "head-on blow." It had dealt him a crushing setback, gradually changing his mindset and making him hunger to grow stronger faster.
With nothing but his status as a rogue cultivator, even with heaven-defying talent, how long would it take him to gain the strength to exact revenge?
He could no longer wait!
Even if he could wait, he feared his benefactor could not!
If his benefactor had truly said those things earlier out of concern for him, he could hardly imagine what might happen while he spent the coming days growing stronger.
His benefactor's revival was bound to alert his enemies. Once they made a move, Ying Chuan's strength would be nowhere near enough to stop