Chai Wujie looked at him, somewhat unable to make heads or tails of it.
He kept feeling that Yang Zhengshan was harboring ill intentions.
But one did not strike a smiling face, and since Yang Zhengshan had Said So, it was no longer convenient for him to lash out directly.
"Aren't you afraid I'll make you all stay?" Chai Wujie said.
The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly. His eyes stared straight at Chai Wujie, and lightning suddenly danced within his Deep Eyes.
"Hehe, without a bit of strength, this Old Man wouldn't dare come knocking so lightly, would he?"
Chai Wujie looked into his eyes, and the pupils in his own eyes abruptly shrank.
"Your Excellency's cultivation truly is formidable!"
He had already seen Yang Zhengshan's Dao Intent. Although he had not yet comprehended Dao Intent himself, he knew many of the ways Dao Intent manifested.
Compared with Da Rong, Martial God Hall understood Dao Intent more, and more deeply.
Da Rong had been founded nearly four hundred years ago, yet it had never produced an Innate Martial Artist who had Entered the Dao, while Martial God Hall had once had an Innate Martial Artist who had Entered the Dao a hundred years earlier.
Moreover, throughout its thousand-year history, Martial God Hall had produced several Innate Martial Artists who had Entered the Dao.
In terms of foundations, Martial God Hall was actually even deeper than Da Rong.
"I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare. This Old Man has merely gained a little insight!" Yang Zhengshan said modestly.
"Might I ask what Your Excellency has come here for?" Chai Wujie was too lazy to waste words with Yang Zhengshan.
After all, he still remembered the grudge between himself and Yang Zhengshan. Although that grudge was already more than ten years past,