After receiving this information, Zheng Changnian sat in his courtyard.
In fact, he didn't care much about Shen Han.
No matter how outstanding or excellent he was, could he be better than Zheng Changnian?
Zheng Changnian still had this bit of confidence.
He believed that among the Seven Great Sects now, there were only a few who could match him in a duel.
But Shen Han was definitely not among them.
What truly made him uncomfortable was the Valley Master's attitude towards him.
To think that the Valley Master would criticize and reprimand him for Shen Han's sake.
To Zheng Changnian, this was the more difficult part to accept.
He had been in Cangxuan Valley for quite some years and had contributed greatly to the valley.
Yet, the Valley Master, because of Shen Han, said he needed to learn a lesson.
Zheng Changnian sat in his small courtyard for over a two-hour period.
A plainly dressed middle-aged man arrived with a magical artifact.
