The journey back was, overall, quite smooth.
Yang Chen had not been among the first batch to emerge from Heavenly Profound Space, nor was he among the last. When he came out, the outside world was still packed shoulder to shoulder, with forces from every side waiting there.
As Yang Chen emerged, he could clearly sense several gazes and divine senses sweeping over him. Yet after only a moment, they vanished like smoke, as though they had no intention of disturbing him so soon.
Yang Chen was somewhat flattered by this, but as someone who had always remained composed, he quickly calmed his emotions and started back toward the Seventh Branch where he was stationed.
Still, one gaze did not leave him so quickly, drawing Yang Chen's attention. When he raised his head to look, he discovered that the person watching him was none other than Fu Xuanming, the host of this Heavenly Profound Space expedition.
When Fu Xuanming saw that Yang Chen had noticed him, he smiled and nodded. He said nothing, but the satisfaction on his face was impossible to miss. Clearly, he knew every detail of Yang Chen's performance within Heavenly Profound Space.
Seeing this, Yang Chen naturally did not dare be negligent. He hurriedly bowed, not daring to put on airs.
Fu Xuanming became even more satisfied, and began calculating certain matters in his heart.
At the same time, Yang Chen said nothing more and returned to the Seventh Branch's group.
Mo Suxue had spotted Yang Chen's return long ago. She was standing beside her father, and when she saw Yang Chen safely return, the heart she had been holding in her throat finally settled.
Though she did not think Yang Chen would suffer any mishap in terms of safety, for some reason, she always worried