For a petty man like Jiang Chen, trimming his sails to the wind was perfectly normal. Now that Su Xin held the advantage, of course he had to show some enthusiasm.
Before Li Huai could speak, Jiang Chen took the initiative. "This way, Lord Li. Black Prison and the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda are over here."
At that moment, a Yang Spirit Realm martial artist stepped in front of Li Huai and shouted fiercely at Jiang Chen, "You! Jiang Chen! Back then, out of consideration for the years of master-disciple affection, your master spared your life and did not throw you into Black Prison. He merely expelled you from the Jianghu. Yet now, you actually dare betray Shaolin Temple!"
This Yang Spirit Realm martial artist was none other than Xuantong, chief of Prajna Hall. When Jiang Chen had been accepted as a lay disciple, he had cultivated in Prajna Hall, and Xuantong had felt considerable regret over what had happened to him.
Among that batch of lay disciples, Jiang Chen's strength had truly been quite good, and his talent was excellent as well. It was only that his temperament was somewhat lacking.
Back then, Xuantong had even intended to send Jiang Chen to Sarira Hall for a period of tempering, to grind away that bandit-like air about him. Yet who could have expected Jiang Chen to provoke someone from the Xiejun Wang Clan, bringing great trouble upon Shaolin Temple and ultimately getting himself expelled?
Xuantong had never expected to see him now leading the way for Su Xin's subordinates. Such betrayal was even more hateful than Su Xin's men themselves.
Jiang Chen was startled at first, but then he quickly came to his senses and sneered. "Chief Xuantong, this isn't the same as when I was at Shaolin. You can't frighten me