The Meng Family had only recently become a Golden Core Clan; they didn't understand the true depths of such an established power.
The Azure Dragon Hall was firmly established as the second-largest Hall in Mist Rain Tower, so its strength was beyond question. Furthermore, Wen Yangxi was the sworn brother of the Old Tower Master, so one could only imagine his age. A man like that was bound to have a few more tricks up his sleeve.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the few Golden Core Cultivators present instantly turned ashen.
Even the old patriarch didn't dare to dwell on it.
His opponent had chosen to leave at the last moment rather than stay for a fight to the death, a clear sign that reason had prevailed. But the look he gave Chen Che before departing was filled with vengeful calculations.
This meant he surely had some other card to play.
But as for what kind of ace he had up his sleeve—one powerful enough to make him suppress his urgent desire for revenge—no one could say.
