Yang Fei caught sight of Chen Xingzhu with a sense of bewilderment. How could this woman appear here?
The enmity between Chen Xingzhu and Yang Fei could be described as irreconcilable.
Yet in the Dragon Battle Arena, an inexplicable bond exceeding friendship developed between them.
After not seeing her for several days, Chen Xingzhu's aura had become more ethereal and elusive.
Her face bore a sweet smile as she spoke softly.
"You've indeed shown up. Leave the Sacred Object, and I'll let you go. If not, don't blame me for being rude."
Yang Fei laughed heartily and snapped his fingers: "Chen Xingzhu, do you dare to covet the Sacred Object?"
"It turns out you joined the Wu Clan not out of sincerity but for the Sacred Object."
Nuannuan tightened her backpack and looked coldly at Chen Xingzhu.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're the new Grand Priest of the Wood Tribe?"
"Hmph, Ju Mang must be blind to recruit you into the Wu Clan. You must have also recruited the Immortal Race?"
