"Three months from now, we leave Great River Market!"
The sudden decision caught everyone completely off guard.
Some who had only just arrived even thought they had misheard, bewilderment written across their faces.
Qin Liangchen asked in confusion, "Leave Great River Market? Is it just you, President Luo... or are we all going together?"
The words that had reached his lips should have been "Luo Chen."
Yet instinctively, they had become "President."
No one paid any attention to that unnatural little moment.
Luo Chen looked at him and said calmly, "It can be just me alone, or it can be everyone together. It depends on the choice you make."
The meaning behind his words was clear.
He, Luo Chen, was definitely leaving.
If the cultivators of the Luo Tian Association were willing to follow him, they would leave together.
If they were unwilling, he would not force them.
Hearing this, everyone looked at one another.
"Why?"
The one who spoke was Duan Feng, whom they had not seen for a long time.
Three years had passed. He had lost the youthful impetuosity of old and become increasingly steady.
He had even grown a short beard along his jaw.
And his question was what everyone wanted to ask.
The Luo Tian Association had only just managed to reach its current position.
They possessed the two spiritual lands of Little Huan Mountain and Slanting Moon Valley.
The number of cultivators under their command had surpassed three hundred.
Their businesses, connections, and territories had all gradually begun to get on the right track.
And now, they were leaving just like that.
Who would be willing?
Who could bear to?
Faced with everyone's doubts, Luo Chen's expression remained calm.
Yet the words he spoke were incomparably grave.
"A Ghost King-level existence has appeared within