Heart-Treading Art

"This formation belongs to Rain Tower. It has nothing to do with the Black City Market Master. The Black City Market Master won't appear here," Dai Fangxuan said in a low voice.

"If your emotions hadn't changed just now, before you touched the formation, I might have believed you."

Chen Fei walked to the refined iron door and carefully examined the formation before him. Its defensive power was not particularly strong. If Chen Fei wanted to force it open, he could do so within three sword strikes.

But if Chen Fei really did that, before he could even enter, a crowd of Aperture Refining Realm martial artists would likely rush over and surround him layer upon layer.

Even escaping from here would be extremely difficult. It would be easy to fall into a dead end.

"You've misunderstood." Dai Fangxuan tried hard to defend himself, his tone deeply humble, as though he had been wronged.

"Seeking to stay alive was false. Luring me here was your true purpose?"

Chen Fei turned to look at Dai Fangxuan, then glanced at the formation. His expression shifted slightly. "Besides drawing the Black City Market Master here, this formation should also be able to guide you inside. At that point, you could still survive!"

Dai Fangxuan looked at Chen Fei. The confusion on his face gradually turned into icy coldness and resentment.

Dai Fangxuan no longer put on an act. Once Chen Fei had spoken those words, it proved that everything he had done before had been seen through by Chen Fei, piece by piece.

There was no point in pretending any longer.

Dai Fangxuan had not lied about one thing: he truly wanted to live. But beyond surviving, he also wanted to drag Chen Fei down with him and leave him dead without a