The previous sect masters had all known full well how terrifying the Immortal Hall Master was.
Once this man learned the secret concerning the "Fire God" within the Profound Yin Grotto, there was no way they could keep hold of the Crimson Yang Grotto.
"Senior, wh-why have you come to my Profound Yin Demon Court?"
Looking sheepishly at Chen Changming, Ye Xuanchen had to exert tremendous effort just to force out an expression uglier than a sob.
At this moment, he had yet to realize that, in Chen Changming's mind, the master of the number one demonic sect had already been placed on the must-die list.
"You're trying to cozy up to me?"
Chen Changming suddenly reached out and grabbed, hauling Ye Xuanchen through the air into his grasp.
"Do you have the right?"
Chen Changming tightened his hand slightly, and Ye Xuanchen immediately found it hard to breathe, his face flushing crimson.
Ye Xuanchen went pale with fright and hurriedly explained, "Senior, this junior naturally has no such right. I would never dare try to cozy up to you."
"What were you doing hiding in the Crimson Yang Grotto? Tell me honestly."
Chen Changming said.
Hesitation surfaced on Ye Xuanchen's face.
The grand plan that the Profound Yin Demon Court's sect masters had plotted for dozens of generations—was it to be buried in his hands?
He truly could not accept it.
But if he refused to speak, he knew the other party had the means to uncover the truth anyway.
After all, he had just muttered to the mountain on his own. This senior Body Cultivator had surely heard it.
If he did not offer an explanation, he definitely would not live past today.
With a soft sigh, Ye Xuanchen decided that staying alive came first.
He slowly said,