They were all pretty much weak as compared to his innate talent, 'Holy Light.'
Yichen felt it all to be rather amusing.
If it was the young him, he would have seethed with anger upon seeing Wang Hu but the current he, felt emotionless.
He felt nothing at all.
Maybe the years of torturous training that he had undergone had made him rather 'capable'.
Yichen scanned at the furious Wang Hu, scoffed at it and then replied cheekily: "Aaah...! Do you mean that black colour lotus-shaped fire core? It's now in my belly. Mmm..I must say, it was pretty delicious! Thank you, Eh?!"
Yichen then patted his belly amusingly as all the hateful, wrathful and disbelief gazes directed against him.
He particularly didn't care about their intentions or their resentful feelings towards him.
He was doing whatever the hell he wanted.
He didn't bother himself with the mere likes of them.
'So what if you are resentful, hateful about it? What can you do about it? Heh.'
He sneered inwardly.
