Just kidding.
Did he still care where Yang Chen came from?
Never mind that Yang Chen was not from the Cloud Sky Sect—even if he had come from the Purgatory Gate, he could accept it. A man lived for one breath of spirit, and he could not stand those Dragon Pool Sect higher-ups lording it over him.
Besides, when Yang Chen released his aura, there was no trace of evil energy. It was clear that he, too, was a righteous cultivator.
On top of that, his age and everything else qualified him to take the field. He was practically a winning weapon sent by the heavens.
Hearing Supreme Hundred Yin's words, Yang Chen's scalp tingled. He had originally been wondering whether there might be a chance to turn this matter down.
But now, it seemed he could not refuse even if he wanted to. Supreme Hundred Yin had already said this much; if he still tried to decline, it would only mean he was refusing to give Supreme Hundred Yin face.
Refusing to give face to a Nirvana Stage expert... Yang Chen truly could not imagine what he could rely on to live peacefully within the Cloud Sky Sect afterward.
He shot Moon Qin Saintess an irritated look, only to find her blinking those large eyes at him innocently. Left with no choice, he said, "This junior greets Supreme Hundred Yin. As for agreeing to Your Highness Moon Qin's request to participate in battle, that is indeed true. However, this junior is only responsible for taking part. Whether I can win or not, this junior cannot guarantee."
"It is nothing, Young Brother Yang Yi. Your willingness to help is already exceedingly precious. As for victory or defeat, it all depends on your own performance. If you can win, this old