Yang Ming was in a foul mood.
He hadn't understood a single word of the White-robed Elder's recent lecture. He knew that grasping even one sentence of those profound theories would have been endlessly beneficial for him.
On top of that, Zhou Tianming had given him a three-day deadline to take Chen Han's head. Being ordered around left a bitter taste in his mouth, deepening his foul mood.
But that was nothing.
What truly infuriated him was discovering that Chen Han had actually achieved enlightenment from the White-robed Elder's words...
'Some piece of trash who just arrived, and his strength is already growing this fast. He even managed to achieve enlightenment.'
Jealousy, rage... a torrent of bitter emotions surged from the depths of Yang Ming's Sea of Consciousness.
'How could I possibly tolerate some newcomer walking all over me?'
"Piss off!"
The sight of Chen Han made Yang Ming's anger erupt uncontrollably.
