Someone like Yang Chen—if he joined any team, they would probably weep, beg, and plead, willing to pay any price just to have him agree.
Gu Feixing's status as a candidate for Young Lord of the Clear Wind Sect was already shocking enough. Who knew what price Duan Liuhe had paid to recruit Gu Feixing?
And without question, Yang Chen's status as a candidate for Saint Domain Young Lord was even more terrifying than Gu Feixing's!
Everyone drew a sharp breath.
Murong Hongye's pretty face was flushed red as well, caught between excitement and disappointment. She was excited by Yang Chen's overwhelming strength, yet disappointed because she had suddenly realized that she and Yang Chen simply belonged to different worlds.
How long could she keep him?
"I see." Upon hearing Yang Chen's reply, Gu Feixing sucked in a cold breath as well.
Then, without much hesitation, he said, "Brother Yang Chen has come near Wushuang Camp. This truly is a blessing for Wushuang Camp. I shall take my leave first. Oh, and I, Gu, disdain keeping company with such people. From this day onward, I withdraw from Duan Liuhe's team."
With that, he turned to leave.
Before departing, he did not forget to add, "If you need me to testify regarding today's matter, I would not mind doing so. Scoundrels like Duan Liuhe deserve punishment. On the battlefield, harming one's own comrades is a grave taboo."
Only then did Gu Feixing leave completely.
Hearing this, Duan Liuhe fell into utter despair.
"Brother Gu, what do you mean by this? We agreed on this beforehand! How can you go back on your word?" Duan Liuhe roared, regret surfacing in his eyes.
He understood why Gu Feixing was leaving.
It was all because of Yang Chen.
If he had not provoked Murong