Being stopped by the Great Elder, Beichuan Ye furrowed his brows involuntarily. Ling Chen was invited by him, and now facing difficulties, how could he sit idly by?
At this moment, Ling Chen also waved his hand toward Beichuan Ye, "Beichuan Ye, this matter has nothing to do with you, I can handle it myself."
"Handle it yourself?"
Beichuan Ye's brows furrowed even tighter. He knew Ling Chen probably didn't want to involve him, but Ling Chen likely had no idea how terrifying this old man was, even his father, Beichuan Xiongjie, would retreat before this Tu Yumen. How could Ling Chen possibly be a match for this person?
"Don't worry, I can handle it."
Ling Chen nodded in indication.
Seeing Ling Chen so confident, Beichuan Ye also released his grip on the sword's hilt. Since Ling Chen said so, he might as well watch for now.
"You can handle it? The old man would like to see what you're capable of, daring to speak such arrogant words!"
