"Believe it or not, that's up to you, Senior Batian, and your Dark Demon Tower's Pavilion Master. I've said what I had to say, the rest is up to you... Farewell." Chen Fei chuckled softly, stood up and left the room directly.
The day for the opening of the Falling God Valley was approaching, but the Zhengqing Sect had yet to send him any message. In such a situation, he naturally needed to take precautions beforehand.
"Patriarch Chen, please wait..." Batian instinctively reached out to stop Chen Fei when he saw him trying to leave, but the next second his pupils slightly constricted, and his gaze wavered. He realized that at that moment, he could not muster the thought to stop Chen Fei from leaving.
"What a terrifying aura... he..." Batian gazed in surprise at Chen Fei's departing figure, pondered for a while, then shook his head with a wry smile. A demon light flashed in his hand, and a black robe draped over his body. He determined the direction and strode away from the place.
