After leaving those words behind, Chen Wen turned and headed toward his room.
Watching Chen Wen's figure vanish, Ye Xiuyun, off to the side, said, "I feel like this kid is even less simple than I imagined."
"I've never seen a kid in his twenties so calm when meeting us."
Ye Li said flatly, "He is indeed remarkable. As for how strong he really is, we'll be able to see it with our own eyes this time."
"Right. I'm looking forward to it too." Ye Changliu, at the side, took a deep breath and then spoke.
"All right. You can go in and rest as well. There'll be a fierce battle later."
Ye Li spoke indifferently.
"Good."
Ye Xiuyun and the others answered, then turned and entered their rooms.
Ye Li calmly withdrew her gaze, then looked far into the distance.
At the same time, at the An Clan.
At this moment, two great forces could be seen facing off against each other.
If Chen Wen were here, he would definitely discover many familiar faces.
And standing at the very front were An Taiji and Chen Tianfeng.
Behind the two of them stood a large crowd of disciples.
The atmosphere at the scene held an extra thread of killing intent within its heavy stillness.
It was as if a fight could break out at any moment.
Before long, Chen Tianfeng spoke. "Time is nearly up. It seems your An Clan truly has no intention of handing over the murderer."
An Taiji spat coldly, "What your goal is, I don't need to spell it out, do I?"
"Are you treating us like fools, or treating everyone in the world like fools?"
As soon as these words came out, the cultivators who had gathered around to watch the excitement could not help