For actions like Tan Feng's, Chen Yi wouldn't lose his temper and kill him on the spot, but he couldn't help jotting it down in his notebook, his mind was not that forgiving.
If one day, the two sons from the Tan Family, Tan Feng and Tan Zheng, ended up in his hands, he wouldn't mind giving them a hit.
Of course, if he couldn't get his hands on them, even after a hundred or two hundred years, or several centuries later, if Chen Yi was still alive, while the two young masters from the Tan Family had long died, he could always visit their graves and have a drink, which wouldn't be bad either.
Song Chengcheng repeatedly apologised, asking Chen Yi and his two friends to stay on for a few more days. She had purposely requested and received permission from the sect for them to cultivate in this second-tier spiritual vein for an additional month.