Yang Chen now stood with his hands behind his back, forcing himself to remain calm as he met the gaze of King Yueyin, who had turned around, her expression frost-cold.
He said nothing, merely waiting for King Yueyin to speak.
King Yueyin still seemed untouched by mortal dust, her expression indifferent as frost, making one almost think she was someone who knew nothing of emotion.
Yet a closer look made it easy to see the raging flames in her eyes. From that alone, one could tell that King Yueyin was exceedingly dangerous right now. The slightest provocation could cost one's life.
Yang Chen would be lying if he said he was not afraid. If King Yueyin killed him in a fit of rage, he likely would not even have time to invoke the Spirit King. But he knew that the more afraid he appeared, the more likely King Yueyin would be to harbor killing intent.
A straight body feared no crooked shadow. If he had done nothing wrong, then he had done nothing wrong.
"Yang Chen, you have quite the nerve. Last time, you at least knew to run. This time, not only did you not run, you even dared stand before me. What, do you hold me in contempt?" King Yueyin rebuked.
Yang Chen paused before saying slowly, "I ran last time because I did not dare offend King Yueyin. This time, this junior believes that King Yueyin is a fair and just person. This junior did nothing wrong in this matter. Since I did nothing wrong, I have nothing to feel guilty about. Why would I need to flee? Moreover, this junior is also a victim in this matter. I hope you can be understanding, Senior."
"So, after taking my body, you have become the one who suffered