But at that moment, Chen Wen discovered that the Sound Transmission Token in his arms had begun to vibrate.
After thinking it over, he still took it out.
Oh, Zhuge Futian again?
Chen Wen's brow rose slightly, but he still poured Spiritual Energy into it.
Before long, a voice rang out. "Xiao Yuan?"
He had really gotten through?
Jiang Fengtian's eyes gradually turned ice-cold, and the fist hidden beneath his sleeve clenched tightly.
Chen Wen merely chuckled. "It's me. May I ask if Elder Zhuge needs something?"
"It's nothing major. I just wanted to make sure you were safe."
As he spoke, Zhuge Futian's tone shifted. "Before this, I tried contacting you, but there was no response."
Chen Wen understood at once. "I'm fine. Please rest assured."
Zhuge Futian hesitated before saying, "Be careful. The Dragonfall Mountains are fraught with danger everywhere. No one knows what will happen the next moment."
"Alright, I'll remember that," Chen Wen answered.
"Fine. Contact me if anything comes up," Zhuge Futian said.
Chen Wen nodded. "Don't worry, I will."
Zhuge Futian said nothing more and directly cut off the connection.
A glint flashed through Chen Wen's eyes.
Jiang Yun Chao had only just died, and Zhuge Futian had already contacted him.
Perhaps Zhuge Futian truly wanted to confirm his safety.
But some people might not have such intentions.
Still, he was not afraid of the Jiang Clan sending more people after him.
At that thought, the corner of Chen Wen's lips curled slightly.
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he finally strode forward.
At this moment, his nerves had tightened as well.
The instant he stepped into the outer region, Chen Wen immediately felt the blood mist coil around him.
Like silken threads, it wrapped around him layer upon layer.
And this blood mist