Jiang Yingxue spoke very seriously, "I know you don't like that Miss Zhou from Jing City, but she has been targeted by the Witch Sect in the Southwest because of you. If you don't go save her, you'll feel guilty for the rest of your life."
These words hit directly home for Chen Feng. He nodded, his face moved: "Yingxue, you're the one who truly understands me."
"So, you should go. Others don't owe you anything, and you can't afford to owe them," Jiang Yingxue said with a faint smile, yet concern quickly swept across her face, "But, are you confident you can defeat the Witch Sect in the Southwest? Do you want me to ask my dad to help you out?"
Chen Feng shook his head. Though he was well aware that if the Jiang Family intervened, they could undoubtedly sweep through the Witch Sect in the Southwest without him lifting a finger, it would only lead to him being looked down on by Jiang Zhefeng even more. Moreover, Chen Feng was a man who greatly valued his self-respect.