"I don't know Su Chen!" Yoo Junluo shook his head, still calm and icy, as though not a shred of anger existed within her.
Yet, in reality, Yoo Junluo was furious and even harbored intentions of murder.
No matter what motives this man named Su Chen had for spreading rumors, he deserved to die.
"You don't know him?" Chen Qingyan frowned even more.
She wouldn't doubt her closed-door disciple's word, for she knew Yoo Junluo's pride.
Since Yoo Junluo had not lied, then this man named Su Chen was indeed seeking death, a thorough death.
At this moment, not only did Yoo Junluo herself harbor a deep desire to kill Su Chen, but Chen Qingyan felt the same way.
She had great, immense, immense hopes for Yoo Junluo, even believing that her disciple might one day accomplish a feat never achieved in the martial arts world for countless years—breaking the shackles of the Mysterious Qi Grandmaster's Peak Realm and advancing to another level of martial arts cultivation.
