"He did more than just visit."
Chen Yan poured a cup of wine and said with a cold smile:
"Ye Wucheng wasn't his original name. He changed it himself later.
"He felt he had achieved nothing—his Martial Arts weren't as good as Ye Wufeng's, and his intellect was far inferior.
"Later, someone—I don't know who—told him that the reason he'd achieved nothing was that Ye Wufeng's brilliance was too dazzling.
"If he could just kill Ye Wufeng, the world's attention would finally fall on him."
"Oh?"
Fang Shuwen sensed there was more juicy gossip to be had:
"So, the brothers turned on each other?"
"No."
Chen Yan shook his head.
"He was unwilling, and he didn't dare."
Ye Wufeng was too strong. Comparing Ye Wucheng to him wasn't quite like a firefly to the bright moon, but the gap between them was still enormous.
He thought the idea that killing Ye Wufeng would draw everyone's eyes to him made a lot of sense.
