After all, living outside meant not only suffering grievances, but also having to fight others over lodging every day, with conflicts never ceasing and cold looks from others. How could it be as quiet and convenient as here?
Upon hearing Mo Wen Feng's words, Yang Chen's expression remained unchanged, unsurprised. He said calmly, "No need. I won't take a single portion of the Cosmic Essence. Brother Mo can move in."
Hearing this, joy appeared on Mo Wen Feng's face, and the others were also beside themselves with delight, thinking they had stumbled upon such a wonderful opportunity.
But Yang Chen soon said, "All right, Brother Mo, come in with me."
Mo Wen Feng was naturally delighted, but he quickly asked in confusion, "Then they..."
"They? Are there other people here? I didn't notice. Brother Mo, let's go," Yang Chen said calmly.
How could Mo Wen Feng fail to understand Yang Chen's meaning? He knew that Yang Chen had no intention whatsoever of letting Lu Tao and the others share in this good fortune. He only intended to let him enter alone.
Those words were cruel and gave no face at all, but Yang Chen was no longer who he had once been. None of Lu Tao's group dared say a word. As they watched Yang Chen leave, what filled their hearts was an endless, bitter regret.
Lu Tao especially regretted it until his intestines turned green. If any one of them had treated Yang Chen a little better back then, would things have come to this today?
Perhaps they would already have soared to great heights like Mo Wen Feng, entering Dragon Pattern Mountain without having to endure the grievances of being relegated to some remote corner.
How could it be like now, where they could only watch Mo Wen