Rain Tower

"Senior, are you that chief True Disciple of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect?"

By the campfire at night, Ruan Qiaojun asked softly. Chen Fei had introduced his name two days ago, and upon hearing it, Ruan Qiaojun's first thought had been the Yuan Chen Sword Sect.

They had left Xingfen City two days ago, and over those two days together, Ruan Qiaojun had gained some understanding of Chen Fei's temperament. He was easygoing and unassuming, never overbearing.

If she had not occasionally sensed faint fluctuations emanating from Chen Fei at close range, Ruan Qiaojun would have doubted whether he was truly an Aperture Refining Realm expert.

In Ruan Qiaojun's impression, every Aperture Refining Realm expert stood loftily above others. Even seeing one from afar, she could feel that overwhelming pressure, enough to make one's heart tremble.

"Yes."

Chen Fei nodded, not denying his identity. His eyes watched the sparks continually leaping from the firewood as he sensed a faint threat drifting in from all directions.

The journey had been calm these past two days, but Chen Fei knew that the people pursuing Ruan Qiaojun would soon appear.

Every profession had its specialty. Even though Chen Fei had removed the Mind Mark from Ruan Qiaojun, those people could still trace her whereabouts and follow them all the way here.

After laying their arrangements over the past two days, Chen Fei could sense that those people were likely running out of patience.

After all, Qin Hai City was only a few days away. If some other mishap occurred along the way, they might no longer be able to keep Ruan Qiaojun here, and the mission would fail.

The only thing those assassins could not judge now was the strength of Chen Fei, who had appeared out of nowhere. There had been too