Chen Nan had no intention of getting involved in the Suoming Sect's internal strife.
After all, he was just an outsider.
But.
There are times, there are things, that are beyond his control.
Given the current situation, he had to act.
When Wu Yuanchun heard Chen Nan's words, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh: "You ignorant fool, what do you think you are? Daring to spout such nonsense here?"
"Brother Yang, quickly slay this arrogant piece of trash!"
He had already found Chen Nan extremely disagreeable.
If it weren't for him, he himself wouldn't have been seriously injured, nor would he have had to ask Yang Ji for help.
Yang Ji glanced at Chen Nan, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He tapped his walking stick on the ground again, and with a playful tone said: "Your vitality is quite robust, perfect for nourishing my Gu Insects!"
Before the words had finished.
