Chapter 605: Haoyue’s Descent (I) (1/2)
Chapter 605: Haoyue’s Descent (I)
“Haochen...” Just from calling out this name, Yang Wenzhao’s voice was choking with emotions. Speechless for a moment, he couldn’t help but lower his head in the midst of numerous emotions flowing in him, unwilling to look straight at that handsome face.
Yang Wenzhao, Han Yu, and Long Haochen were all children of the Knight Temple’s higher-ups. Because of living with his mother in his childhood, Long Haochen’s fate was naturally completely different from the other two. And what Yang Wenzhao and Han Yu had that he didn’t was haughtiness.
The Knight Temple being the head of the Six Great Temples, and their families being naturally gifted, they had some pride deep in their bones, which is why Yang Wenzhao would inadvertently offend Chen Ying’er as well, while Han Yu had suffered a crushing defeat against Long Haochen back in the Demon Hunter Selection Competition’s preliminary contest.
The prides of these two differed in that Han Yu’s display was far more distinct, which is also why he suffered its aftermath far earlier. Yang Wenzhao was far more steady: as the grandson of the head of the Temple Alliance, calling him the number one prince in the Temple Alliance would be no exaggeration. But he never showed an overbearing character by relying on that status, but put forth instead far more efforts than anyone else, for the sake of taking over his grandfather’s glory one day.
Without Long Haochen’s extraordinary coming, he only had to keep on living and grow smoothly to very possibly become the successor of the Knight Temple. But because of the immense pressure brought by Long Haochen, he had to exert even more effort.
But Long Haochen’s talent really exceeded his overmuch. With, in addition, the far greater efforts exerted by the latter compared to him, he could only stare blankly as the gap between Long Haochen and him only kept widening. This feeling had been choking up Yang Wenzhao’s heart, frequently making his feelings unstable.
The collaboration of his Demon Hunt Squad with Duan Yi’s suffered destructive damage due to the Dragon Rider Demon God Asmodeus’ attack. To Yang Wenzhao, this was a far excessive damage. After getting captured by Asmodeus, he once attempted to suicide but was stopped by the demon god. At that time, he knew he was used for amusement. No matter whether the annihilation of his Demon Hunt Squad was his fault or not, as a captain, he had his unshrinkable responsibility. Even if he were to miraculously make it alive, he knew that he would forever be unable to enter the higher-ups of the Knight Temple. How could this not discourage him?
If not for how Chen Ying’er took care of him these two days, he would be feeling even worse. But Chen Ying’er’s forgiveness gave him the courage to keep on living. Now that he looked at Long Haochen, many feelings mingled in him, but most of all, he was in massive shock.
“Thank you Haochen. This favor of saving my life will be forever in my heart.” Yang Wenzhao adjusted his feelings and spoke these words sincerely.
At this moment, he had already lost the heart to compete with Long Haochen. Chen Ying’er had already informed him of the matter of Long Haochen having become the Provisional Saint Knight Head. So he has really already reached the eighth step?
Yang Wenzhao’s gratitude was truly sincere. Although he knew that he could never surpass Long Haochen in the future, this time not only his life was saved, but he could furthermore reunite with Chen Ying’er, and obtained her pardon.
Long Haochen showed a faint smile, “You should rather be thanking Ying’er. Ever since she learnt the news that you were captured, she was restless every second. We were just present at the right time and no more.”
Yang Wenzhao sighed, “It’s my fault, I have ruined my comrades’ prospects. If I didn’t make that strategic decision, that operation would not have happened. I have no face to meet grandfather or return to the Demon Hunt Squads’ Mission Tower. Haochen, I am thinking of leaving from here when my wounds get better. This life will be sacrificed against demons.”
“What’s that nonsense!” Beside him, Chen Ying’er had become furious, “So your life has no worth? These two days, I worked for you until being blue in the face, and you still want so stubbornly to go die. What do you want me to say to that? Just go to hell! Go to hell!” Saying that, Chen Ying’er turned around and ran, bursting into tears in the embrace of the nearby Wang Yuanyuan.
Looking at her, Yang Wenzhao’s eyes darkened, but he did not call out to her, only remaining silent.
Long Haochen wrinkled his brows, and declared, “Brother Yang, I know that this matter has hurt you greatly. But have you thought of that, that your life does not belong only to you? Why do you think that we have been doing everything we could to save the two of you and Brother Duan? Was that for you to once again throw away your life? You are both excellent figures from the young generation of our Knight Temple, with unlimited future prospects.
“Don’t tell me you want to ruin yourself after a single setback. Would that be worthy of Grandpa Yang? Worthy of Ying’er? If you really want to die, you will not only ruin yourself, but also end up as a thorough coward.”
“I am not a coward.” Yang Wenzhao bellowed in rage, and because of the emotional act, his injury was once again stimulated, and his face couldn’t help but turn pale once again.