That question made Wu Changkong so furious he nearly exploded.
Are you kidding? Your Yang Chen had fucking cleared even the twentieth level, and you were still asking me whether the Trial Assembly had any other procedures? Even if there were, with Yang Chen's glorious achievement, how could there possibly be any now?
He Tan was clearly trying to provoke him.
He truly understood now what it meant to try to steal a chicken, only to lose the rice used to lure it.
Whether it was him or He Feng beside him, both had tasted bitterness.
Wu Changkong gritted his teeth and roared in a lowered voice, "Of course not. Everyone, please do as you please."
"Since that is the case, our Northern Territory Sect shall take its leave." He Tan laughed heartily. Without caring in the slightest about Wu Changkong's expression, he waved his hand and led the Northern Territory Sect disciples away.
The people of the Huahai Sect naturally had no intention of lingering either. Like the Northern Territory Sect, they casually tossed out a polite farewell before leaving cleanly and decisively.
Just like that, Yang Chen left alongside the Northern Territory Sect's group and arrived at the outer region of the Imperial Palace.
After reaching the outer region, He Tan and Great Emperor Hua Wu swiftly arranged accommodations for Yang Chen, allowing him to settle in at once and enter seclusion.
The entire Northern Territory Sect stood by, waiting for Yang Chen.
It was no wonder He Tan and Great Emperor Hua Wu valued him so highly. Others might not have been able to see it, but the two of them could. Yang Chen's aura was at least comparable to the Heavenly Martial Realm Third Level, perhaps even higher.
What did that represent?
It represented that Yang