Ye Juming's voice was low:
"Valley Master Chen, a man of your stature…"
Chen Che let out a soft laugh. "If you're too scared, then let's just forget it."
'When it comes to cunning, I admit I'm no match for these old geezers who have lived for hundreds of years,' he thought. 'They've spent their entire lives scraping and clawing their way up. Aside from Cultivation, all they do is scheme and plot. Of everyone present, only Chen Yin could outwit them.'
However.
'Who doesn't have their own advantages?'
WHOOSH—
As these words were spoken, even the sound of the wind seemed to die down within Jinyun Valley. It was only then that the many Loose Cultivators realized something was wrong.
The air was thick with tension.
'Everything was fine just a moment ago. How did they suddenly turn hostile?'
The atmosphere grew more and more oppressive.
They looked up.
Only to find that, at some unknown point, a layer of dark clouds had gathered over Jinyun Valley.
