Yang Chen nodded.
Having reached this realm, he possessed sufficient composure. Moreover, along his journey, he had comprehended the Dao Intent of Life, making his composure even stronger and steadier than before.
The knowledge he had gained along the way was far more than a mere drop in the ocean.
Prince Long Teng's words had been mockery, yet to Yang Chen, they were no different from words never spoken. Still, he would remember them!
"It was nothing. I didn't take it to heart," Yang Chen said.
Yet Yang Chen's response left Chi Hong somewhat disappointed.
Though that was what Chi Hong had said on the surface, he had actually been probing Yang Chen.
Probing what?
He had been testing whether Yang Chen was truly a ruthless figure. If Yang Chen were truly an expert, he would surely carry pride about him. Faced with Prince Long Teng's mockery, how could he not be angry? How could he not take it to heart?
If he truly did not take it to heart, then there was only one explanation: Yang Chen was not strong, but a genuine weakling.
After all, what expert did not have a temper?
But Chi Hong was disappointed. Yang Chen remained unmoved, looking utterly unconcerned, and Chi Hong could only laugh bitterly to himself.
He said he did not care, but perhaps Yang Chen merely feared Prince Long Teng and dreaded offending him.
Chi Hong could not help but feel disappointed. He had thought he had found a savior, but now it seemed he might have been overthinking things. Then again, how could he have placed his hopes on a human he had found at random?
How could Yang Chen fail to see what he was thinking?
Chi Hong had no real guile at all. His joy, anger, sorrow,