Yang Chen naturally saw the vicious look in Hua Wanru's eyes. He knew that if Hua Wanru found an opportunity, she would certainly put him to death.
With Daoist Mohe and Daoist Linghua here, his position was likely at a disadvantage by comparison.
However, Daoist Mohe and Daoist Linghua did not seem to intend to kill him.
Daoist Mohe in particular chuckled. "Yang Chen, although we have been hiding within Tongtian City, we know your deeds exceedingly well. I heard that you have ruined the good plans of our Fierce Ghost Sect more than once."
"The Fierce Ghost Sect runs wild in my homeland. I will not be like certain people and aid the tyrant in his evil," Yang Chen said coldly.
Hua Wanru naturally knew Yang Chen was referring to her. Expressionless, she said, "Yang Chen, what use is your stubborn tongue when death is at hand? I had thought you would shine brilliantly this time. Who would have expected that, in the end, you would be nothing more than a fleeting epiphyllum bloom?"
In the past, Yang Chen would have been angered by Hua Wanru's ridicule.
But now, he would not.
He was very calm.
If he used some of his trump cards now, it was not as though he had no hope of escaping. But unless it came to the bitter end, there was no need to use them.
Daoist Mohe did not intend to kill him. Instead, he said, "Yang Chen, you heard it as well. Killing you would be simple. However, I cherish talent. Heh heh, our Fierce Ghost Sect advocates draining others dry to strengthen ourselves. Yang Chen, if someone with your talent joins our Fierce Ghost Sect, our sect will guarantee your entry into the Nirvana Stage in the future. Think it over.