Ling Chen smiled noncommittally. Having dealt with wolves a lot, no one knew better than him about their nature. Once they get a piece of meat from him, they will always crave more.
Human greed is endless.
"Alas."
Uncle Fang shook his head, sighing. For a swordsman, the sword is the most important thing, more important than life. The fact that Ling Chen remained indifferent after his Treasure Sword was snatched away indicated that he no longer considered himself a swordsman and had completely given up on himself.
But thinking about it, there was nothing he could do. Ling Chen's cultivation was already ruined, and he was probably in utter despair now. Even if he wanted to resist, he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as his Treasure Sword was taken away.
The reason Ling Chen appeared calm and composed might likely be a facade.
"Poor him."
