"Hm, how can you be sure this boy isn't getting close to you just for the Bloodline Origin, disguising his identity to join the Dead Spirit Hall?"
Seeing Qiao Lan so naive, Qing Wanji said coldly.
"Hall Master, this is impossible. Ye Chen didn't want to join the Dead Spirit Hall initially. It was my repeated invitations that convinced him; how could it be for the Bloodline Origin."
Qiao Lan looked into Qing Wanji's eyes, asserting seriously.
"What do you know!"
Qing Wanji didn't care at all about Qiao Lan's words, but he stared at Ye Chen with a chilling gaze.
"Boy, how do you prove that you didn't come for the Bloodline Origin."
"I can't prove it."
Ye Chen looked at Qing Wanji indifferently, then said, "However, since the Dead Spirit Hall doesn't want me to join, I will leave. If it weren't for Miss Qiao Lan's repeated invitations, I wouldn't have come."
Facing Qing Wanji, Ye Chen remained neither humble nor arrogant, without a trace of fear, his demeanor extremely cold.
