A Great Emperor expert's Storage Bag was no laughing matter.
However, Yang Chen did not hurriedly open it to inspect its contents. Instead, he first glanced at the token. Two words were inscribed upon it.
"Yang Fei!"
At the sight of those two words, Yang Chen's entire body trembled, and countless memories suddenly surged into his mind.
He had once rescued an innocent child with no surname from a Bandit Gang. The boy had been close to his own age, but after enduring the oppression of the Bandit Gang year after year, he had scarcely possessed any will of his own. He had been dull and simple-minded. Yang Chen had pitied him back then, bestowed upon him the name Yang Fei, and carved those two words onto a token before giving it to him.
At the time, Yang Fei had been full of burning passion. As though repaying the kindness of being given a name, he had sworn that he would never discard this token for the rest of his life and would carry it with him for eternity.
Yang Fei had indeed been extraordinarily gifted. He displayed outstanding talent and was highly valued by Yang Chen. It could be said that Yang Fei had been one of the rarest talents under his command.
After his rebirth, Yang Chen had wondered about the fate of those who had followed beneath him in the past. Yet he had never expected that when he finally encountered one of them, that person would have betrayed him as well.
"Heh, Yang Fei changed his name to Ling Fei." Yang Chen's laughter was bleak.
Yang represented himself, while Ling represented the Ling Nü Sect. Ling Fei had merely used this name to express his loyalty. If he had not once sworn to Yang Chen that