Senior Brother Was Deceived

After hearing this, Yang Chen turned and left without another word.

"Not going!"

What the hell did some disciples' tournament have to do with him? He had already said what he needed to say. Once ten years had passed, he would no longer be in Cold Moon Palace.

What was the point of telling him any of this?

Besides, what good intentions could that old bastard, the Heaven Hall Master, possibly have? It would already be good enough if he did not make things difficult for Yang Chen, yet he wanted him to participate in the disciples' tournament.

Oh.

Human Hall barely had any disciples. That old bastard probably wanted to use this chance to humiliate him!

The moment the thought crossed Yang Chen's mind, he understood the reason behind it all.

Yang Chen sneered. He had no desire to become a prop in someone else's performance. Whether he won or lost, as long as he participated, wouldn't that mean he had fallen right into the Heaven Hall Master's trap?

Only a ghost would go!

"Aiyo, Hall Master Yang, if you do this, how am I supposed to report back?"

The little fatty clung to Yang Chen's sleeve, crying miserably.

His task was to get Yang Chen to participate in the disciples' tournament. If Yang Chen refused, who knew what kind of punishment awaited him when he returned?

After all, when the Heaven Hall Master punished his disciples, the word "ruthless" did not even begin to cover it!

Yang Chen shook off the little fatty's hand and flew toward Human Hall's small world.

"If he wants me to participate, tell him to come find me himself!"

With that, Yang Chen vanished directly from the little fatty's sight.

The little fatty pulled a long face.

"Ah, it's over. This time, it's