If he did not want Yang Chen to think he was opposing him, then Zhao Tong had played a major part in it.
The moment Zhao Tong heard Zhang Feng was going to abandon him, he panicked. With a bang, he dropped to his knees, disregarding the many people watching nearby, and cried out, "Lord Zhang Feng, you can't abandon me like this! I've been utterly loyal to you—you absolutely cannot do this!"
Seeing Zhao Tong cling to him so shamelessly, Zhang Feng cursed furiously inside. Zhao Tong was no fool either. He knew full well that, at this point, kneeling and begging Zhang Feng was his only path to survival.
Yet with the other party begging him so desperately, Zhang Feng truly had no way to deal with him. After all, a whole crowd was watching.
Zhang Feng could only roar, "Zhao Tong, don't try that on me. I can't help you with this matter either. If you're truly smart, I'll point you toward a way out. This began with the conflict between you and Ye Shan. Go beg Ye Shan for mercy now, and perhaps there's still a chance for you to live. Ye Shan is a good old soul—there may still be room to turn things around."
After saying this, Zhang Feng flicked his sleeve on the spot and shoved Zhao Tong aside.
Yang Chen naturally understood all this clearly, but he simply did not take it to heart.
Now, with a light step, he had already arrived on the platform.
Liu Feiyan looked at Yang Chen with a face full of respect, her former arrogance gone. She knew clearly that Yang Chen's strength and youthful talent deserved such respect.
Liu Feiyan said gently, "This little woman truly has no other way to repay Young Master Yang.