"Because some fool's scheme failed, he directly flipped the whole table and wrecked the home." Xu Fan spoke with a pained expression. According to his deductions, if he had not gone to watch the excitement back then, that Saint Lord of the race might truly have succeeded. What level of existence could have forged that bell?
"Husband, does that mean we'll be wandering around this Unformed Chaos Region from now on?" Zhang Weiyun asked.
"More or less. But as long as we're within the Three Thousand Realms, there isn't much difference." Xu Fan smiled.
In the Underground Space, Xu Fan saw No. 1 and No. 2 chatting animatedly.
"I never thought my career as an undercover agent would end this way. So many contingencies I laid down, all gone down the drain," Clone No. 1 said with emotion.
"The greatest pity is that No. 1 never got to show you the moment all his arrangements erupted." Clone No. 2 smiled beside him. "It's fine. Now that the Three Thousand Realms are moving toward the Chaos Land, and there aren't any especially urgent Artifact Refining tasks here..."
"So I've decided to give you a vacation. One thousand zhang of Supreme Law Crystals and fifty million zhang of Primordial Violet Qi Crystals. I'm giving you a long vacation so you can have all the fun you want over in the Chaos Land." Xu Fan smiled.
Hearing Xu Fan's words, No. 1 and No. 2 looked at him as though they had seen a ghost.
"You haven't been possessed by the system, have you?" Clone No. 1 watched Xu Fan warily, suspicion written all over his face.
"Don't say that. The main body does have moments when his conscience wakes up—just not many of them," Clone No. 2 said from the side.
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