"Well said, haha, but with the status of your Ziwei Chen Family, trying to negotiate with me, the Daluo Saint Master, is still falling short."
Chen Zhixing: "??? "
"However, as for countermeasures, they do have some, but they don't work on me. After all, those old guys in the Holy Land have been talking about me for thousands of years, so I'm not afraid of them having one more reason to gossip."
Chen Daoyan: "..."
The grandfather and grandson looked at Master Yimiao, who was squatting by the campfire with an expectant look. Their minds were in complete chaos.
Out of nowhere, why is this person back again!
Subconsciously, Chen Daoyan gave Chen Zhaosheng a signal.
'I'll find a way to stall her, you better escape.'
Chen Zhixing blinked, pretending not to see.
Escape?
Where to escape to?
