Under the astonished gazes and Ye Zhengyang's fierce roars, Ye Chen left the Salary Hall with an air of calm and nonchalance. He didn't care about Ye Zhengyang's threats at all.
Moreover, Ye Zhengyang was merely at the Acquired Ninth Realm, even if he were an Innate Strong Person, he would be nothing more than a presence. In his past life, hadn't Ye Chen faced enemies thousands of times stronger than Ye Zhengyang and still left them trembling in fear, revered by the world?
Furthermore, having lived two lives, the threats of Ye Zhengyang were to him no more than the whining of a petulant boy.
If this was enough to make him worry or fear, he wouldn't be worthy of being the heir of a Combat Saint.
Should Ye Zhengyang learn of Ye Chen's thoughts, he would surely jump with rage and curse.
Ye Chen had returned with fifteen Gold Coins and, including his previous savings, had a total of merely twenty-seven Gold Coins. This was far from the hundred thousand Gold Coins he had in mind.