Jiang Huaijin sighed softly. "The Demon Venerable's Demonic Thought is incredibly powerful. Once it invades your body, your consciousness is seized, and you become a puppet of the Demonic Thought.
For young friend Chen Cheng to only go mad is already a testament to his strength."
"Is that so? Lord Chen had just begun to distinguish himself, becoming the foremost Martial Artist of Linji City's younger generation, only to meet with such a calamity. What a terrible shame!"
Yang Xingyao wore an expression of grief, but inwardly, he was feeling more and more gleeful!
"Yang Xingyao, watch your words!" Ji Jingbei chided coldly from the side.
He had always been cautious. Although he, too, harbored feelings of schadenfreude, the matter wasn't settled yet. Speaking carelessly at a time like this would only bring trouble upon himself.
But that's just how things are—what you fear most is what comes to pass.
