Yan Xiang fell silent. He stared intensely at Elder Beiming, then at Ling Chen, looking as if he wanted to kill them but held back. His gaze was fierce and venomous. He had lost all face this time, and with his noble status, he could not bear such humiliation.
"You're called Ling Chen, right?" Yan Xiang exhaled deeply, completely calming down. "Your offense this time was severe. However, I stand by my word and will not hold it against you. But you should be careful in the future. I know you're from the Divine Intent Sect and you've been mingling with the Righteous Path for some time, so you must have quite a few deeply affiliated people. I just need to investigate a little, and I will know everything clearly. Offend me, and the people around you will possibly face disasters."
"You dare." Ling Chen's expression turned solemn. "If you dare to touch a single hair on them, I swear I will kill you."
