"What?"
At the same time, Yang Chen's expression turned frosty as he said in a low voice, "You're saying this Mo Wanchou is ranked first on the Great Luo Celestial Monument?"
"Exactly. This man has reached forty-three thousand inscriptions of Dao Intent. Of course, he is not much stronger than Daoist Friend Yang Chen. At your rank, the difference is merely a subtle gap of several hundred Dao." King Bei Hong said.
Yang Chen nodded. "This Mo Wanchou is indeed something of a genius, but that is no reason for him to threaten Murong Qi. I still have to interfere in this matter!"
"Don't, Daoist Friend Yang Chen. You absolutely must not interfere in this matter. You cannot interfere, you truly cannot!" King Bei Hong said cautiously from the side.
"Cannot interfere?"
Yang Chen's expression tightened, and several traces of anger stirred within him.
He knew King Bei Hong must have a reason for saying so, yet he still said icily, "Senior King Bei Hong, do you mean to tell me that I should watch my own friend be threatened and humiliated, then simply ignore it?"
"Daoist Friend Yang Chen, I know your heart burns with righteous passion. But this matter is not so simple. Think about it: Miss Murong has fallen out of the top fifty on the Great Luo Celestial Monument. If she truly submits to Mo Wanchou and becomes his furnace cauldron, that would actually not be a bad outcome. I could also hear earlier that Miss Murong wishes to join Taiyuan Palace. Why not take this opportunity to lower her head? It would kill two birds with one stone." King Bei Hong said.
Yang Chen frowned upon hearing this. "If my friend does not agree, then I can only regard Mo Wanchou as forcibly threatening her.