Desolate God Clan's Little Clique, Go Apologize to Them

"May I ask who this is?"

Chen Wen looked at Jiang Luoli.

Jiang Luoli promptly replied, "She's my cousin, Jiang Luoshui."

Chen Wen hurriedly cupped his fists toward Jiang Luoshui. "This junior, Chen Wen, greets Senior Sister Jiang."

"Mm, not bad at all. Just as my cousin said—an outstanding talent, handsome and refined, modest and courteous."

Jiang Luoshui looked at Chen Wen and chuckled softly.

Jiang Luoli's face reddened involuntarily, but she did not deny it.

Chen Wen smiled. "Goddess Jiang has always taken good care of me. I know that."

"All right, come with me."

Seeing Chen Wen say this, Jiang Luoshui smiled, turned, and led the way.

"Let's go." Jiang Luoli hurriedly said to Chen Wen.

Chen Wen nodded and followed.

Under Jiang Luoshui's lead, Chen Wen soon arrived before a mountain peak.

Compared to the peak where he lived, this one was clearly far more private.

There were also obvious restrictions below, preventing outsiders from entering.

Jiang Luoshui deftly opened the restrictions and said, "This is the main camp of our Desolate God Clan. Everyone living inside is from our clan."

"In a moment, I'll take you to meet my cousin. He's easy to talk to, so there's no need to worry."

"As for your affairs with the Heavenly Phoenix Clan and the other factions, we'll do our best to help you deal with them."

"Mm, sorry for the trouble." Chen Wen nodded.

"You have a good relationship with our Desolate God Clan. As long as we can help, we'll spare no effort."

Jiang Luoshui glanced at Chen Wen, then added, "So there's no need for you to feel burdened."

"I understand." Chen Wen nodded again.

To him, no matter how things turned out in the end—

at least Jiang Luoshui and Jiang Luoli were sincerely trying