Seeing Zhang Zhongyu appear, Yang Chen was genuinely delighted.
He had actually forgotten about this. The forces represented by Zhang Zhongyu and the Third Branch still had quite a few troops.
As the saying went, the enemy of one's enemy was a friend. Zhang Zhongyu was very clear about where he stood now, and he immediately wanted to join forces with Yang Chen.
Yet Yang Chen had no intention of agreeing. At this point, his own interests mattered most. Zhang Zhongyu's forces might appear sizable, but after the Profound Dao Sect's recent weakening, there was barely any strength left that could truly be brought to bear.
If joining forces with Zhang Zhongyu could bring him any benefit, Yang Chen naturally would not stand on ceremony. But after turning it over in his mind, he truly could not think of any advantage such an alliance would bring him.
Zhang Zhongyu was anxiously trying to cling to Yang Chen's thigh, but Yang Chen had no wish to lead around the burdens of the Third Branch.
His target now was the third level. He no longer had the time or energy to play any other games with the various factions here.
"Brother Zhang, what you say does make sense, but our ambitions do not align. You only wish to leave, while I wish to ascend to the third level. Still, rest assured, Brother Zhang, I will not make a move against the Third Branch. My enemies are still the Profound Dao Sect's forces, but as for an alliance, let us forget it," Yang Chen said with his hands clasped behind his back.
Hearing this, Zhang Zhongyu naturally felt incomparably depressed. Still, things had not gone in the worst possible direction. At the very least, Yang Chen was not becoming his enemy—that was what