In the Sword Forest behind Golden Sun Hall, Ouyang Chen sat in the foremost seat, his cold gaze fixed on the figure kneeling before him.
The figure was none other than Xue Gong. Sensing Ouyang Chen's chilling presence, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he dared not lift his head to meet the gaze of the man in the foremost seat.
"Speak. Explain what happened with Shen Haoran," Ouyang Chen asked calmly.
Today marked the one-month deadline. Xue Gong had promised that Shen Haoran would disappear from the Sect within a month. But now that month was over, and the only news was that Shen Haoran had established the Yao Sect!
"Young Master Chen, don't you think it would be more satisfying to toy with him and slowly drive him to his death, rather than giving him a quick end?" Xue Gong replied in a low voice.
"Hm?" Ouyang Chen's brow furrowed at Xue Gong's words, and he let out a soft sound of inquiry.
