Chaisang shook his head gently, then slowly rose and left the Arena.
On his way out, he suddenly turned toward the Origin Continent.
He looked at no one else. His eyes fixed on Ye Lin.
"Your name is Ye Lin, right?"
"That sword strike just now was impressive."
"I like you. I want to see your insides. I want to see what your heart looks like."
"I'm sure we'll get a chance to fight."
"Wait for me. Wait for me. Wait for me, okay? I'll definitely come find you."
With that, Chaisang broke into a sickly laugh and left the Arena in a few strides.
Ye Lin watched him go, his expression unchanged.
Kill me?
I'll be waiting.
"That bastard's gotten even more twisted. We should've locked him in the Netherworld and never let him out."
Among the Chaos Ancient Clan, a powerful member's face darkened. He gave a cold snort.
His voice was thick with disgust.
"We should've killed him outright. Why let him out to plague us? We might as well throw him onto the Origin Continent."
"A beast who killed his own parents and clansmen, who slaughtered every last one of his loved ones, shouldn't exist in this world."
"Quiet. He's coming."
The powerful members of the Chaos Ancient Clan who had been muttering curses fell silent one by one as Chaisang slowly approached.
"I heard everything you just said."
"But don't worry. I won't get angry. People have always cursed me, so I don't mind if you do too."
"Curse me all you like. I won't get angry."
Chaisang patted the shoulders of the nearest few, then walked into the distant darkness with a faint smile.
Within a few steps, his figure vanished completely into the dark.
No one spoke after that.
They all remained silent.