Everyone had things they feared. Yang Chen was no exception.
Everyone had secrets. Yang Chen was no exception.
Everyone feared their secrets being exposed before others, causing unforeseeable consequences. Yang Chen's mind was now filled with scene after scene of exactly that.
He saw himself being hunted down by every powerful expert after the God-Slaying Spear was exposed. The family bonds and friendships of the past vanished like smoke and clouds. The Ling Yan he revered and the Golden Crow Tribe turned against him, while the Northern Territory Sect expelled him from the sect in order to seize his God-Slaying Spear.
The entire continent would have no place for him. Everyone would want that divine spear.
He would have no choice but to flee, but fleeing could not solve the problem. His family and friends would be threatened and harmed.
He also saw Golden Claw being exposed, then crazily tortured as a pet by others while he himself could do nothing.
He saw far, far too much.
Fear spread through his heart like a shadow, slowly expanding, growing, and creeping outward until it reached its limit.
Looking at Yang Chen in reality again, sweat poured down his body. He was already trembling all over, completely lacking his initial steadfast appearance, like a helpless man.
Hong Yue saw this scene clearly. She had not expected Yang Chen to end up in such a state. After all, from what she knew of him, Yang Chen had never revealed even the slightest hint of panic from the beginning until now.
This man had seemingly remained calm from beginning to end.
But now, it was different.
Daoist Lingxi, however, was not surprised in the slightest, as though everything was perfectly ordinary.
He merely observed in silence, occasionally stroking his chin. A trace of anticipation