Heaven-reaching Spiritual Marrow

Chen Fan sneered and shook his head.

"No need. Senior Brother Zhan and I have nothing to talk about."

An awkward smile appeared on Zhan Jianming's face. "Junior Brother, could you spare me a quarter of an hour?"

Chen Tiangan glanced at Chen Fan again. "Chen Fan, consider it doing me a favor."

Hearing this, Chen Fan had no choice but to nod.

Chen Tiangan turned and left. Only Chen Fan and Zhan Jianming remained in the quiet room.

With a smile on his face, Zhan Jianming spoke bluntly. "I have always believed that there are no eternal enemies, only eternal friends. I wonder whether Junior Brother would be willing to turn hostility into friendship with me?"

Chen Fan merely sneered.

Zhan Jianming had caused Chen Fan no small amount of trouble and had tried several times to kill him. Chen Fan had likewise wanted to deal with Zhan Jianming on several occasions.

There might not have been any profound enmity between them, but their conflict had long since become irreconcilable.

Nor did he believe that this fellow Zhan Jianming had come looking for him with any good intentions.

Seeing Chen Fan's attitude, Zhan Jianming nevertheless continued with a smile.

"Some matters become no obstacle at all once they are laid bare—"

"I will speak of my true feelings and every twist and turn of my thoughts. If, after hearing me out, Junior Brother still refuses to reconcile with me, then I will have nothing more to say."

Chen Fan raised his brows and folded his arms, looking entirely like someone watching a show.

A wistful look appeared on Zhan Jianming's face.

"Let me tell Junior Brother this: when you had first entered the sect, I merely regarded you as a chess piece Canghai Sword Emperor had used to disgust