Ma Cheng immediately responded. His dark glare was a silent promise to Long Chen, telling him to just wait.
After the people from the Sword Ancestor departed, the tension in the hearts of Chu Zhentian and the others finally eased.
This matter was temporarily concluded.
Chu Zhentian approached Long Chen and asked, "That woman from earlier seemed to know you?"
"How could that be possible?" Long Chen shook his head, feigning ignorance. "I'm just a Second-class Disciple of the Martial Ancestor. How could I possibly know someone so powerful?"
Hearing Long Chen's explanation, Chu Zhentian felt it made some sense and decided not to press the issue.
"Back to the Martial Ancestor!" Chu Zhentian announced to everyone.
The Disciples of Martial Sect boarded the warship one after another, heading back toward the Martial Ancestor.
"Damn it! How did that damned bastard not die?" Su Miaoyu seethed, wishing she could tear Long Chen to pieces right then and there.
