But the problem is,
during the chaos of the demons, he was originally a major contributor to the Lingyin Sect, but could not resist provoking and mocking that Chen Ye, and was directly cut off an arm!
How unjust? How unfortunate?!
"Damn... damn it!"
Zhao Shan gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, he sensed something, feeling a calm gaze on his back.
He abruptly turned his head.
Just to meet the eyes of Chen Ye in the crowd not far away.
At this moment,
the air seemed to freeze.
"Chen... Ye!"
These two words squeezed out from Zhao Shan's gritted teeth.
If looks could kill, Chen Ye would have been torn to pieces by a thousand cuts by now.
"Peak Master Zhao, it's been a while."
Chen Ye remained composed, even nodding slightly, as a form of greeting,
"It seems Peak Master Zhao is recovering well, full of vigor, and surely that pain from the broken arm is no longer a problem."
"You—!!"
This casual remark directly burst Zhao Shan's lung pipe.
