Imperial Dao Sect!

Yang Chen had not acted out of overflowing kindness. He simply did not want to watch a promising talent sink into despair over such a setback. Besides, Wang Zheng Tian seemed to be targeting the entire Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies, so Yang Chen felt he had to step forward.

Though the title of genius of the Eastern Thirty-Six Commanderies had been pinned on him by others, everyone believed it, and Yang Chen had no reason to keep avoiding it.

Seeing Yang Chen support him, Lin Yunfeng suddenly trembled. "You are... Yang Chen!"

"It's me." Yang Chen smiled faintly. "It's no big deal. You merely lost one match. You'll win it back someday."

Hearing this, Lin Yunfeng's eyes stung, and they quickly reddened.

He, Lin Yunfeng, had suffered such a crushing defeat and lost all face. Yet the one who came out to comfort and help him was neither Haohai Main City, which he had relied upon, nor his fellow disciples, masters, or martial uncles. It was someone with whom he had never exchanged a single word before. For a moment, Lin Yunfeng felt utterly bitter.

He had stood up for Haohai Main City!

Now, Yang Chen's words were like a warm current flowing into his heart, deeply moving Lin Yunfeng.

At first, he had been so ashamed and furious that he wanted nothing more than to kill himself to atone. But after hearing Yang Chen's words, his thoughts changed. Indeed, victory and defeat were commonplace in war. Yang Chen was the Number One Genius of the East, yet he had not denied himself because of a single defeat. What right did Lin Yunfeng have to deny himself?

"Thank you, Yang Chen!" Lin Yunfeng said emotionally, wiping away his tears.

Yang Chen smiled lightly. "It's nothing!"

"Kid, who the hell are you?"