As usual, Yang Chen stood above the crowd while everyone cheered his name.
Across from them stood the vast, overwhelming army of demon beasts, stretching across the sky and earth in a terrifying display.
The demon beasts hated Yang Chen to the bone, while the humans had elevated his status to the peak. Of course, not everyone wished for Yang Chen to keep winning battle after battle. Lang Feng, for one, wished he could tear Yang Chen into ten thousand pieces.
Lang Feng had now awakened and stood respectfully beneath Hua Wanru, though the hatred for Yang Chen on his face had not diminished in the slightest.
Hua Wanru said coldly, "Lang Feng."
"Mas... Master!" Lang Feng replied in confusion.
"Do not provoke Yang Chen again in the future. You are no match for him," Hua Wanru said gravely.
"Master!" Lang Feng's eyes widened. He did not understand why his master would say such a thing to him.
Hua Wanru had no intention of explaining further. She merely said, "If you continue opposing him in the future, then do not blame me, your master, for casting aside old bonds. Enough. I have said all there is to say. There are some matters and some words I do not wish to speak of."
"Yes, Master!" Lang Feng swallowed hard. His fear of Hua Wanru came from the bottom of his heart, and he did not dare act too rashly.
Hua Wanru gazed deeply at Yang Chen's retreating back. Looking at that man's silhouette, countless memories from the past surged forth within her.
Those fragments of memory she had frozen away in the depths of her heart.
An exceedingly complicated expression appeared on her face, but she quickly concealed it. If anyone saw such an expression on Hua Wanru's face, they would