Celebrate a Little

Soon—

Qin Feng received a message from Ye Long.

It said Ye Chen was eyeing the million-strong Black Banner Army and asked whether Director Qin had finished writing the next part of the script.

"Well, well. He's got quite the scheme cooking!"

Qin Feng fell into thought.

Based on his ten years of experience as an avid reader, when the Son of Heaven encountered an enemy stronger than himself, he would enter a mode where both sides suffered and he swooped in to reap the benefits.

If Qin Feng hadn't chosen to play it safe back then and hidden Ye Long away, Ye Chen might really have seized the chance to rise again.

Still, deep down, Qin Feng admired Ye Chen.

He'd thought Ye Chen would become like Fang Chang, utterly crushed after a few failures. Who could have guessed he lived by the creed that victory and defeat were part of life, that a man should be bold, and that if all else failed, he could simply start over?

Despite one failure after another, he had still managed to hold steady at Epic rank.

"There's probably no chance of killing him by force!"

Qin Feng knew the Son of Heaven didn't play by the rules.

Even with a 99.99% chance of success, something could still go wrong and let Ye Chen escape. Rather than ambush and kill him, exposing Ye Long's identity in the process, Qin Feng would be better off playing it safe and continuing to fleece him.

With that in mind—

Qin Feng looked up at Ren Huan and Master San Nong, and told them to help Ye Long put on a show.

"Amitabha!"

Master San Nong pressed his palms together and mourned Ye Chen for two and a half minutes.

He had a perfectly good life,