Hun Changqing silently apologized to that old rascal Yao Chen in his heart, then said,
"Yao Lao, you're awake? No need to get so worked up. Han Feng is right here in the Black-Corner Region. I'll go crush his body in a moment and extract his soul for you to torment however you please."
Hun Changqing had no particular objection to Han Feng. Putting himself in the man's shoes, had he been Han Feng back then, he too would have acted without hesitation for that mysterious, powerful Flame Mantra-and he would have been even more ruthless! More thorough! He would have left no room for anything to go wrong!
Han Feng was vicious and merciless, willing to use any means to achieve his ends. He was selfish and utterly without scruples, but he knew when to advance and when to retreat. When faced with someone stronger, he knew to bow his head.
That suited Hun Changqing's tastes perfectly. Now that Hun Changqing wanted to establish a faction, Han Feng would have made an extremely useful subordinate, so long as Hun Changqing remained stronger than him. Unfortunately, they now stood on opposing sides. To avenge Yao Chen, Hun Changqing could only go and crush Han Feng to death.
Only after hearing this did Yao Chen's turbulent emotions gradually settle. After a moment of silence, a sigh filled with desolation rang out.
"Ah..."
Then he withdrew into the Storage Ring once more. Clearly, his thoughts were in utter turmoil, leaving him in no mood to catch up with Hun Changqing. He had retreated into the Storage Ring to wallow in his own sorrow.
Hun Changqing shrugged, unconcerned by Yao Chen's loss of composure. He slowly stood and flicked his pitch-black sleeves.
"This pill isn't much use. We can leave now and kill