Jiang Yanhao had been miserable these past few days.
Everywhere he turned, he heard Pill Sect disciples praising Jun Wangchen.
Meanwhile, he had gradually become yesterday's news. Whenever anyone mentioned him, it was only to discuss how Jun Wangchen had humiliated him.
He had fallen straight from the center of everyone's attention into obscurity, and all of it was because of Jun Wangchen.
It was a blow he could not accept.
Jun Wangchen had stolen all his glory, leaving him dejected and under immense pressure.
What he found most unbearable was that Mei Yuxiang, the goddess he adored, had become one of Jun Wangchen's fangirls.
Over the past week, she had repeatedly sought out Jun Wangchen to discuss insights into the pill dao. Even though he refused her, Mei Yuxiang still went to pester him every day.
He had truly reached his breaking point.
The goddess in his heart was supposed to be lofty and untouchable, not someone who swallowed her pride to ask Jun Wangchen for guidance and kept pestering him even after being rejected. She was trampling on her own dignity.
After much deliberation, he decided to have someone follow Jun Wangchen while the inner disciples were out on their assignments, and hired a group of assassins.
Once Jun Wangchen died, Mei Yuxiang would belong to him alone.
Imagining Mei Yuxiang lying beneath him, panting sweetly, Jiang Yanhao felt his blood surge. He quickened his pace and went straight after Jun Wangchen.
Soon, he spotted Jun Wangchen ahead, wearing a hat.
Jun Wangchen was walking at an unhurried pace. He had already left through the rear of Fengxing City and entered the forest.
He sensed a cold, arrogant man following behind him.
When he made out the man's face, he was somewhat surprised.
It was Jiang Yanhao, a