The middle-aged scholar stared at Yue Yang.
His gaze was like a sword.
It stabbed straight into the heart.
Yue Yang remained utterly calm. He drank carelessly, gnawing on the chicken wing in his hand as though the middle-aged scholar did not exist. If Fatty Hai and the others had been there, this student Yue Yang, contentedly eating and drinking, might even have improvised a little tune for everyone, something like, "Little chicken wings, I love to eat them."
"I was a traitor to the Heaven-Piercing Tower—who caused that?" The middle-aged scholar fixed Yue Yang with his gaze and demanded harshly, his voice sharp as a blade.
"Who cares who it was? Anyway, it wasn't me!" Who knew what had happened ten thousand years ago? If it had nothing to do with him, Yue Yang naturally hung it high and left it alone.
"Therefore, having suffered injustice, I returned here today to reclaim justice—to reclaim what was originally mine." The middle-aged scholar's anger suddenly vanished. Calmness and reason returned to his eyes, though the hatred and desire for vengeance buried deep within him inevitably showed through. Now, he no longer bothered to conceal them. At this moment, he felt himself to be a perfectly justified avenger.
"The Heaven-Piercing Tower is mine now. Whoever you are, whatever you did in the past, you have no right to take a single thing from it—not even one grain of sand." Yue Yang laid his cards on the table. Whatever had happened before, the man could deal with it himself. Now, this young master had the final say. Everything had to follow his rules, or else they would be enemies until one of them died.
"The Heaven-Piercing Tower is not yours. Even if it will be in the future, it is not now. And