Daoist Chen's eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of slyness and cold light; for him, causing the deaths of so many human camps was without any psychological burden, on the contrary, he felt it was only natural.
After all, nothing is more important than one's own life.
As long as one can attain immortality, sacrificing the lives of others is worth it.
Moreover, those who died would not know it was he who caused their demise.
Sometimes dying in confusion is actually a good choice.
The more one knows, the more painful it becomes.
"Hmm?!"
But at this moment, Daoist Chen was planning to enter Hunyuan Valley, when he quickly noticed a strange figure appearing silently in front of him, intercepting his path.
This made him immediately wary, and an alarm bell rang in his heart.
Because he was in a state of concealment.
Normally, no one should be able to sense his existence, treating him like a stone.
But this sudden stranger seemed to be coming for him.
