After Liu Ruyan left, Chen Wen directly chose a room and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
Watching Chen Wen's departing back, Zhao Donglin and the others' expressions instantly turned cold.
"Are you really willing to let him lord it over you like this?"
A man named He Wenshan finally could not hold back any longer and spoke up.
"What can we do even if we're unwilling? We simply can't beat him."
A woman named Yang Mo said helplessly.
A glint flashed through Zhao Donglin's eyes before he said, "Does anyone know anything about that brat? Even the slightest bit."
"I've never seen someone like him before."
"Same here. I have no recollection of anyone like him."
"Judging from his way of attacking and the fluctuations of his power, there's nothing familiar about him either."
"..."
Very quickly, the disciples all voiced their opinions.
They all meant the same thing: none of them knew Chen Wen.
"Mm, I understand."
After dropping those words, Zhao Donglin turned and entered another room as well.
"What does he mean by that?" He Wenshan could not help asking.
The others' eyes flickered as they too pondered Zhao Donglin's intentions.
Elsewhere, Liu Ruyan had already arrived before a magnificent palace.
When she entered, she discovered that the hall was already filled with people.
These people varied in age, but every single one of them possessed an incomparably powerful aura.
Liu Fang was among them as well, and his seat was in the front row.
This showed that his standing within the Elder Council was not low either.
As for the high platform, a middle-aged man sat upon it.
The man was handsome and carried himself with extraordinary bearing. Even while seated there, he was impossible to ignore.
He was Liu Qing, the