Yang Chen returned to the residence Elder Wu had arranged for him. By the time he came back, he had gained a certain understanding of the situation throughout Luosheng Gate.
"The situation in Luosheng Gate is truly interesting." Yang Chen clicked his tongue and muttered to himself.
Interesting, yes—but where exactly was the interest?
What he could determine was that Zhou Qing and Fu Yunhe were absolutely not on the same path. Their objectives were surely at odds. He could not yet see through Zhou Qing, but Fu Yunhe definitely harbored no good intentions.
He had actively pushed him into the position of Gate Master, then put on such a hypocritical show and said so many useless things. Yang Chen did not believe Fu Yunhe could be that kind-hearted. The man's intentions were worth pondering carefully.
"Zhou Qing is rather interesting. For now, it is difficult to judge whether he is friend or foe, so I'll need to observe him for a while longer. But none of that is important right now. Whether it is Zhou Qing or Fu Yunhe, neither should be in such a hurry to make a move against me." Yang Chen muttered inwardly.
As that thought fell, he opened the Eight Extremes Flowing River space and pulled out the silver fox, which was still unconscious.
The silver fox remained half-dead in deep sleep, showing no signs of waking.
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes at the silver fox and said coldly, "How much longer do you intend to pretend to be asleep?"
The silver fox lay flat upon the table without a word, as though it were truly unconscious.
Seeing this, Yang Chen snorted coldly. He grabbed the silver fox's fur and, with a ripping sound, instantly peeled it away. An unexpected scene unfolded—the silver fur separated