However, Ye Qingchen still stood in place, his gaze full of cold mockery, unmoved by the boss's fury.
"Is that so?" Ye Qingchen's voice remained calm, even carrying a hint of faint teasing. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, coldly watching the boss, as if the other's anger was nothing more than a laughable struggle in his eyes.
Seeing the boss's uncontrollable rage, Ye Qingchen's sneer deepened even more.
He was already prepared to deal with any situation. No matter how furious the opponent was, it was difficult to change the determination in his heart.
Ye Qingchen saw the long knife in the boss's hand flashing with a cold gleam, knowing that the opponent was no ordinary person. His expression remained unchanged, and with a thought, the wood element within his body quickly circulated and instantly merged with the surrounding environment.
He felt the life force of the surrounding trees, flowers, and plants, and it seemed they were all offering their support to him.
