So that was it. Yang Chen nodded to himself.
"I'm afraid the Black Dragon Ancestor's strength has already reached the same level as our sect master's. Yang Chen, you should rein in your personal grudge against the Black Dragon Cult. If the Black Dragon Cult has the Black Dragon Ancestor, our Northern Territory Sect is unwilling to invite such senseless trouble." Yuan Fei said coldly.
Yang Chen listened to Yuan Fei, his tone unchanged. "Then let me ask you, Yuan Fei—have I ever, from beginning to end, shown any intention of taking revenge on the Black Dragon Cult? Or have I ever said that I wanted to take revenge on the Black Dragon Cult?"
"You!" Yuan Fei had just been about to fly into a rage and continue speaking, but upon thinking carefully, he realized that was right. Yang Chen had never shown any intention of taking revenge on the Black Dragon Cult; he had merely shown that he bore a deep-seated hatred for them.
As for revenge, Yang Chen had never displayed such an intention from beginning to end.
Yuan Fei had been happily planning to give Yang Chen a resounding warning blow, only to suddenly discover that Yang Chen was the one holding the stick. He thought Yang Chen intended revenge, but Yang Chen had never had such an intention at all.
This left Yuan Fei feeling stifled. Why was it that every time he crossed swords with Yang Chen, he ran into walls everywhere? Yang Chen clearly had a grudge against the Black Dragon Cult and had even gained the upper hand at first, yet he did not even intend to seek revenge. It truly made no sense.
Helpless inside, Yuan Fei could only grit his teeth and say, "Hmph, I was merely reminding you. Don't make