The atmosphere in the courtyard gradually fell silent.
Fang Yang lowered his gaze, staring at the Soul Fish Marrow Spiritual Object for a moment before placing it into his giant storage bag.
Regarding the events of the day, it was impossible for him to say he wasn't angry.
But in the end, he gradually calmed down.
The peaceful world of his past life had all sorts of dark dealings, to say nothing of this current world, where the hierarchy was even more rigid and harsh.
'Dongfang Xuan, Sen You…' Fang Yang silently recited the two names in his heart.
This borrowed power and momentum, once it encountered a true mountain, was ultimately impossible to overcome.
This was especially true when that momentum and that mountain shared the same roots. Then, he was even more helpless.
'This is a major reason why I focus on my own cultivation growth instead of trying my best to win Sen Hui's favor…'
Fang Yang sighed inwardly.
