The sincerity and straightforwardness of Chen Yang left Jian Wushuang momentarily speechless, his face slightly flushed. In the presence of Chen Yang's forthrightness, Jian Wushuang's small schemes seemed particularly petty, unbecoming of someone with the status of a Sword Son in a Sect Holy Land. If word got out, he would be mocked for his narrow-mindedness.
"Haha, truly a transcendent temperament, indeed extraordinary. Such an open-minded state of heart is something us ordinary people cannot possess." The Heavenly Incomplete Divine Monk laughed heartily, then his face turned serious as he spoke in a deep voice:
"Moreover, President Chen's words are very sensible. For us, the Demon Sect is always a huge threat, this danger hangs over our heads, we never know when it will descend,
and once it does, even we, the Sect Holy Lands, may crumble to dust, let alone the lesser forces; the entire Martial Arts World would be plunged into chaos.
