To say nothing of the fact that Yang Chen was no longer a disciple of the Seven Swords Pavilion—even if he were, he should still have treated him with courtesy.
That was what displeased him as well. Since Yang Chen knew he had entered the Great Ascension Stage, why had he not hurried to address him as Senior? Did he have no sense at all?
As Wang Yuanzheng brooded in displeasure, he clasped his hands behind his back. Though he had initially been quite surprised, he now put on an aloof facade and said, "Oh? So it is Daoist Friend Yang Chen."
Seeing Wang Yuanzheng's neither warm nor cold attitude, Yang Chen was slightly taken aback and could not help feeling surprised.
Frowning, he said, "Daoist Friend Wang should know me quite well, should you not? You and I entered the Saint Domain together back then. These fellow Daoists are not familiar with me. I hope Daoist Friend Wang can testify for me and let me enter the Saint Domain."
Rather than agree amiably as Yang Chen had expected, Wang Yuanzheng waved a hand coldly. "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, do not try to ingratiate yourself with me first. As for your matter, I will make the fairest judgment."
Trying to ingratiate himself with him?
Wang Yuanzheng sneered. Back then, when he had tried to curry favor with Yang Chen, Yang Chen had ignored him. Now that he needed him, he came seeking him out?
Hearing Wang Yuanzheng's words, Yang Chen frowned. He knew that Wang Yuanzheng's situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
But he quickly understood what was going on.
This was probably revenge.
Back then, Wang Yuanzheng and his two brothers had repeatedly tried to ingratiate themselves with him, but he had mostly rejected them. The