"Old Chen, wake up quickly!"
Sleeping heavily on the Spirit Platform, Chen Yin was forcefully woken from a daze.
The obnoxious, piercing voice disrupted his Divine Soul, swelling it painfully, igniting his anger.
"Chen Xing! Do you really think I, as the Sect Leader, have no temper!?"
Chen Yin was furious as he had been battered by twenty-nine punches from Ninghai Zen, shaking his mind to the point of collapse.
Helplessly, he chose to slumber and recuperate, yet before fully recovering, he was awakened by that rascal Chen Xing.
For all these reasons mounting up, Chen Yin wished he could activate his powers and unleash the Three Yang Tribulation Transformation to burn these masters and disciples into ashes, relieving the hatred in his heart.
"The three-day period is up; it's now your turn to train Ah Qi."
With just one sentence, Chen Xing quelled Chen Yin's rage.
"Wow, is the sun rising from the west today? You old ghost, you've kept your promise for once!"
