What had the two of them actually fought over when they went to clash in battle?
Who had won and who had lost? What had happened in between? Why were neither of them injured, and why had Xing Tong developed such deep fear toward Yang Chen? What exactly lay behind all this? No one knew, and no one had any answer.
Everything had become a mystery.
Those with sharp eyes would have noticed that of the dozen or so Heavenly Separation Realm Insect Clan members who had originally left with Xing Tong, only two had returned, covered in wounds.
And those two Heavenly Separation Realm Insect Clan members had once pointed fingers and barked orders at Yang Chen. Now, when they looked at him, they did not even dare utter a single word.
The Insect Clan members who did not know the truth only saw that, after Xing Tong returned, she sat down once more in her original seat.
Yang Chen slowly said, "Daoist Friend Xing Tong, may I take Baolu and leave now?"
Hearing this, Xing Tong let out a soft sigh. "Yang Chen, take her and go."
Yang Chen chuckled. With a sweep of his sleeve, the cage imprisoning Baolu effortlessly dissolved into nothingness in his hand.
Baolu's eyes widened, her heart filled with confusion. Her beautiful gaze fixed on Yang Chen as she said, "Yang Chen, you..."
Yang Chen did not say much. Sweeping his sleeve, he said, "Let's go!"
With that, Yang Chen took Baolu and departed in a carefree manner. Only Heng Ye remained behind, alone in the cave estate, staring blankly at everything before him.
Heng Ye had originally believed Yang Chen was courting death. He had even thought that Yang Chen would surely perish after going out this time!
Yet who could have