Others respect him one inch, and he respects them one yard; this is his principle in life.
He was well aware that Han Lingling was from North Mountain Main City, and the geniuses behind her were also from North Mountain Main City. But as for North Mountain Main City, others might fear it, but he, Yang Chen, was not afraid at all. The other disciples of Yuanshan Sect might feel inferior to the disciples of North Mountain Main City and had to look at the expressions of these geniuses from North Mountain Main City even when trying to catch their breath.
But as the Young Sect Master of the Yuanshan Sect, how could he care about pleasing these geniuses from North Mountain Main City?
Seeing Yang Chen speak, Elder Qin immediately became anxious. His mouth opened and closed, becoming increasingly bitter. How could he expect Yang Chen to help him? But now that Yang Chen had waded into this muddy water, he had no solution.