The old man's seven Soul Rings fell away, and a surging power gathered within him.
His gaze was fixed on the driver. The driver offered no resistance and slumped to the ground, terror written across his face.
"Are you all right, young master? What happened? This route clearly isn't taking us to the Chen Family."
"I'm fine. I don't know what happened either, but the driver doesn't seem to be the problem." Chen Ye's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
He had been keeping an eye on his surroundings the whole time. As soon as he realized they were in the wrong place, he sent Old Zhang a message.
Old Zhang stared at the driver. Seeing the fear in the man's eyes, he silently landed beside Chen Ye.
"His mind may have been controlled or altered. What kind of Soul Skill is this? How could it have such a strange effect?"
Old Zhang's eyes were wary, but he scanned their surroundings and found nothing amiss.
Chen Ye didn't hesitate. He called his father at once.
Less than ten minutes later, an old figure came from the distance. It wasn't his father, but his grandfather, Chen Jun.
Chen Jun scanned the area, then turned his gaze to the driver.
After hearing Old Zhang's account, his expression grew grave.
"Stay holed up at the Chen Family for now. Something foul may have come to Eastsea City."
"He ran fast, but anyone who dares lay a hand on my grandson won't get out of Eastsea City." A sharp glint flashed in Chen Jun's eyes.
Back at the Chen Family, in his room, Chen Ye rubbed his brow, fatigue showing on his face.
His opponent must have had a control-type Soul Skill, or perhaps one based on charm. At first, even he hadn't noticed