After putting away the Sound Transmission Token, Chen Tianfeng's expression turned cold once more. "Keep expanding the search area. Report to me the moment there's any news."
"All right. I'll give the orders at once."
Chen Wujue hurriedly spoke, not daring to show the slightest neglect.
The fist Chen Tianfeng had hidden beneath his sleeve silently clenched tight, and an astonishing cold light raged in the depths of his eyes.
To him, as long as there was no news of Chen Wen for even a single day, he could not be at ease for even a single day.
Especially that breath lodged in his chest—it left him unbearably stifled, giving him an impulse to destroy everything.
"Also, have people keep an eye on the ruins. There can't be any mistakes."
Chen Tianfeng drew in a deep breath, then spoke again.
Although he had just flatly denied the possibility of Chen Wen heading upward, in his subconscious, he still wanted to be a little careful. If someone really came and raided his home, then he would truly lose face in a colossal way.
"Rest assured, I'll go arrange it right away," Chen Wujue hurriedly said.
Chen Tianfeng nodded and said nothing more.
At the same time, where the Xiao Clan was located.
At this moment, Xiao Yunlong was sitting in his own great hall with a dark expression.
Just as Chen Wen had guessed, he was extremely dissatisfied with the Xiao Clan's repeated arrangements for the clan master position.
He clearly had both talent and strength, yet he simply had not been chosen.
He knew all of this was because the faction he belonged to was being targeted.
Those above were afraid that if he took control of power, he would then weaken the strength of the other faction in a