Ming's eyes flicked once more to the broken Chen Yan, and then he burst into laughter, a sound full of mockery. "Hahaha, Chen yan, since you've already figured it out, there's no point in pretending anymore. I'll be blunt, I orchestrated it. I heard your witch daughter killed Mystic Frost disciples, so I just gave them a small heads up."
He laughed and added. "I don't have to do anything, tthe Chen family will face punishment from the Mystic Frost Sect, and it's all my doing. How does it feel, Brother? Did you lose much? Has your little witch of a daughter died yet?"
Chen Wen's anger flared like a volcano, and he began to move forward, his cultivation power surging. He was about to launch himself at Ming, but a slender hand stopped him.
"Grandfather, you handle those below the Golden Core. Leave these five to me," Chen Yinyin said.
