Hearing Yang Zhen's laughter, uninhibited and free, as if the active conspiracy to kill him by so many had amused him, left everyone stupefied.
"Has Yang Zhen gone mad? How can he still laugh in such a situation?"
"Even if he isn't mad, he's definitely not sane. Only a madman would do such an absurd thing."
"Yeah, definitely not sane!"
...
The crowd around was abuzz with discussions, looking at Yang Zhen as if he was indeed a madman.
Among the thousands of practitioners observing, only Han Yan'er's phoenix eyes shone brightly, her gaze fixed intently on Yang Zhen. She even tried to step forward, but was held back by Han Jingtian who gave a bitter smile and said, "Yan'er, don't make a scene. What are you trying to accomplish in this situation?"
Han Yan'er calmly responded while watching Yang Zhen, "I want to challenge him to a fight!"
