The central "Inheritance Hall" had closed, while all around it were passageways thick with heart demons. There was not the slightest trace of any living person.
With Chu Fei's abilities, one glance around was enough to tell him that Wu Yong was not here.
"Could everything Wu Yong said have been a lie? Maybe he never needed the Dawn Cultivation Method inheritance at all and only came in to treat his injuries. Or perhaps he has a way of obtaining the Dawn Cultivation Method?"
Chu Fei fell into thought.
He had never trusted Wu Yong. Wu Yong probably felt the same way.
Thinking of this, Chu Fei could not help frowning.
Previously, Chu Fei had believed that as long as Wu Yong wanted to stay alive, as long as he wanted to flee before so many experts, he would definitely need Chu Fei—not necessarily as a partner, but at least as someone to take the bullets and serve as cannon fodder.
But now, a question suddenly occurred to Chu Fei—what if Wu Yong had lied? What if there was some emergency measure here that outsiders did not know about?
Countless thoughts flashed through Chu Fei's mind, but in the end, he calmed down.
Things had reached this point. There was no point hoping for miracles. He just had to face it calmly.
Besides, Chu Fei had not taken this risk without any preparation. He truly had some ways of dealing with it. After all, he had obtained so many inheritances before; at the very least, they could be used as inheritance materials.
As for so-called luck, that was beyond his control, so there was no point considering it.
Chu Fei sat down cross-legged and silently watched the heart demons raging around him. This place had already been somewhat damaged, and