The atmosphere turned heavy at this moment.
Beside Ye Chen, Yang Chiyuan was half-kneeling on the ground, his face extremely pallid, as if all the Essence Qi in his body was about to be drained dry.
He coughed and reluctantly spoke, "Young Master Ye, my apologies, I failed to protect the Divine Extreme Sect..."
"If you're disappointed, I am willing to hold the enemy off with my life."
Ye Chen was somewhat surprised; back then, he had chosen to repay grievance with kindness by not killing Yang Chiyuan and hadn't expected Yang Chiyuan to be like this.
Now it seems, that decision was very correct.
Yang Chiyuan is protecting the Divine Extreme Sect at the cost of his life.
Ye Chen cast a comforting look toward him and said lightly, "You've done very well. Rest here. Leave the rest to me."
