Chen Xing felt slightly uneasy, thinking that when he met Ninghai Zen again, he might as well say a few nice words and play the pity card.
He would present himself as if he were suffering from lingering illness, his injuries hard to heal, like a candle in the wind or a lamp in the rain.
His disciple, seeing his master in such a pitiful and lonely state, would surely not bear to pursue any other matters.
"Damn it! It's all because of Chen Yin's unreliable handling of things, causing others to plot against me and ruin my true skills!
Otherwise, how could I end up being bullied by an unworthy disciple, with no trace of the dignity of a master?"
Chen Xing furrowed his brows tightly, slowly stood up, and began to pace, as if contemplating a strategy.
"Heh, heh, it would be best if Chen Xing and Ninghai Zen fight each other, both sides suffering.
In that case, Bai Qilang would be mine."
