With raised eyebrows, Jiang Chen shot Fang Yuan a questioning look. "What? You want to join the battle?"
Before Fang Yuan could say a word, Jiang Chen shook his head firmly. "Junior Brother Fang Yuan, absolutely not! Your spiritual root hasn't fully healed yet—you can't just rush into a fight like this!"
He paused, his face turning grave. "Besides," he added in a lower voice, "if you step into the battle, you might reveal the presence of Senior Nangong Wan and Senior Shangguan Ning."
Hearing that last remark, Fang Yuan's blood boiled. He shot Jiang Chen a fierce glare. "Humph! When I fought for the Holy Son position, in all those battles, neither the Holy Lord nor the Supreme Elders sensed Senior Nangong Wan or Senior Shangguan Ning! Yet, I still succeeded!" His voice was sharp, every word laced with defiance.
