"Sword Son, if I'm not mistaken, you must really want to become the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, right?"
After glancing at Jian Wushuang, Chen Yang smiled slightly and slowly spoke, "However, even though you are already the Sword Son and no one can threaten your position, and you are bound to become the trusted Sect Master in the future, how long will that take?
That Jian Jiuyou is in his prime, and even if he doesn't break through, he can live for another fifty or sixty years at least. Can you really wait that long? If by then you're tired of waiting, think about what might happen between the two of you. So, you see, I've done you a big favor."
"You...you're a devil."
Jian Wushuang felt a chill throughout his body, trembling, with a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.
Because Chen Yang had perfectly exposed the thoughts in his heart!
