Within the Human Emperor Sect, Yang Chen stood atop the Jianmu Tree in white robes. The serenity he had worn before was gone, replaced by a fierce, twisted expression.
High above, the clouds gradually dispersed.
Not a cloud stretched across ten thousand miles.
Warm sunlight hung quietly in the firmament, scattering gentle rays of light.
They shone upon Yang Chen's face.
The Jianmu Tree beneath his feet stood silently, as though unwilling to disturb his state of mind.
No one knew how much time passed before a light breeze gently blew.
It stirred the Jianmu Tree's branches and tender shoots.
Only then did Yang Chen come back to himself, his face returning to its usual calm and untroubled look.
His white robes swayed softly, like a white cloud—gentle beyond measure.
Yang Chen lowered his head to look at the Jianmu Tree, a smile appearing on his lips.
"To think you saw me lose my composure."
A slender branch extended gently from the Jianmu Tree and rested against Yang Chen's cheek, as if consoling him.
Starlight seemed to flicker within Yang Chen's deep eyes as he gave a bitter smile.
"You and I are both chess pieces!"
The Jianmu Tree fell silent. Even its branches ceased swaying.
Yang Chen suddenly threw back his head and laughed, his unyielding arrogance laid bare.
"System, were you created by that person?"
Yang Chen suddenly asked the system in his mind.
This time, the system did not speak. It merely remained silent.
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "You needn't be like this. So what if you were created by that person? You've helped me so much—could it be that I would hate you for it?"
"Just who is that person?"
This time, the system finally spoke.
Ding! Insufficient permissions!
Yang Chen