After Chen Yuan and others departed on the coach, Zuo Feng was left with a face seething with humiliation and rage.
Having devoted himself to the Golden Gate for over thirty years,
he had suffered public humiliation by a mere youth today, how could he not be furious?
"Kid, you and Pan Yang just wait for me!"
Zuo Feng swore inwardly. He knew he had underestimated the young man, but he still felt no fear in his heart.
In his eyes, the youth, although talented, was at most just a bit stronger than him, and since he had no special martial arts techniques, Zuo Feng was confident that if he encountered the young man again, he would certainly teach him a lesson.
With these thoughts, Zuo Feng's face darkened as he boarded another coach, heading toward Red Sun Mountain.
...
Meanwhile, Chen Yuan and Pan Yang had already arrived at Red Sun Mountain. On their way up the mountain, Pan Yang shared plenty of information about the upcoming event with Chen Yuan.
