Chen Xuan also understood the truth. He told Lin Chen that they too had been thinking of casting a net to fish.
Chen Xuan said, "Goodbye."
"Wah!"
Chen Xuan's figure flashed past, leaving not the slightest trace.
"Puff!"
In a quiet corner of Tianling Mountain, the sound of someone coughing blood broke the silence.
If Lin Chen were here, he would discover that the one coughing blood was Chen Yuan.
Although Chen Yuan had escaped from the hands of Nan Jianyi and Chen Xuan, he was gravely injured and had lost his main forces.
Chen Qiong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat on the ground to cultivate, and vast, majestic Mana flowed from one acupoint to another.
After a while, Chen Yuan opened his eyes, his face ugly, and muttered, "The injuries are even worse than I imagined."
