He had watched wide-eyed as his master’s cultivation base was crippled. The man who had once been a powerful Nascent Soul expert, became an old man, a mortal. Until the day he died, his master did not complain a single time. On the contrary, he was as warm and gentle as ever. Unfortunately, that only caused Chen Fan’s pain to increase, a feeling that was enough to drive him to insanity.
His master’s son hated Chen Fan with a passion, which was yet another thing that made him wish he could simply die. 3
Chen Fan was filled with hatred. He hated that he was powerless to change any of the things that had happened, and he hated the Solitary Sword Sect for being too callous.
He wanted to die.
And yet… he couldn’t stop thinking about her.
The only thing left to do was drink. In his drunken dreams, he could return to the wonderful times of the past.
He had let his master down. He had let Shan Ling down. He had let anyone who had anything to do with him down.
Meng Hao stood there, taciturn. Now that he understood what had happened to Chen Fan, he realized how someone who had once been so high-spirited and full of mettle, could sink into such a depression.
“Enough…” murmured Chen Fan bitterly, bowing his head.. “I beg of you, please… enough…. Please….”
Sir Jian laughed coldly. “Were it not for Shan Ling’s actions, do you really think you could have committed such a heinous crime and gotten away with nothing more than a shattered Nascent Soul? Do you think the only price to pay would have been the inability to break through to the next stage of cultivation?
“Your existence is nothing but a tool the sect can use to influence Shan Ling. Unfortunately… the war with the Blood Demon Sect changed things too unexpectedly.” Sir Jian then looked at Meng Hao. “Only the Patriarch knew how to control the boulder. Otherwise, you would never have been able to break through our spell formation so easily.” Seeing that Meng Hao seemed to be more and more focused on his words, Sir Jian began to believe that his control of the situation was growing. He looked back at Chen Fan.
“You singlehandedly drove your Master to his death and ruined your beloved. And yet you still say ‘enough?’”
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” roared Meng Hao. His voice echoed like thunder, and his eyes flashed with killing intent. His words caused Sir Jian’s pupils to constrict, and his heart to seize. He immediately began to squeeze down with his right hand.
However, it was at this exact moment that the Lightning Cauldron in Meng Hao’s hand flashed.
Form Displacement Transposition!
What changed positions was not Sir Jian, but rather, Chen Fan!