Inside the tent.
Li Changsheng frowned, his eyes flicking between observing Luo Chen and closing in thought.
He thought of many possibilities.
At first, he believed Luo Chen had been possessed by some evil fiend from beyond this realm.
Because that was the only explanation for his performance in the Divine Intent Realm.
But that was even less reasonable.
Luo Chen's soul was young and perfectly fused with his body, showing no signs whatsoever of possession.
Luo Chen: Hey! Maybe you really guessed right, except I was reincarnated, not possessed.
Ignoring Li Changsheng as he wrestled with himself.
He put away the Green Turtle on the table, which had once again plunged into a brainstorming frenzy.
He drew back the tent flap and stood beneath the sky.
Crystalline snowflakes drifted down one after another.
A cold wind swept over him, carrying a trace of chill.
Wang Yue and the other four appeared from who knew where, with a roasted pig slung over their shoulders.
"Boss, this is a ranked Spirit Pig. Good stuff."
Wang Yue wore a broad grin.
These Spirit Pigs were ingredients specially raised by the Demon Suppression Bureau.
At a martial artist's level, ordinary meat could not replenish the immense expenditure of their qi and blood.
They needed ranked beasts like these as their main source of replenishment and cultivation consumption.
Luo Chen lifted the tent flap and let them enter.
The group sat in a circle and began chatting idly.
"Boss, I just heard people saying..." Wang Yue leaned closer, glanced around, and spoke softly.
"It seems our Great Gan Dynasty has already fallen apart."
Luo Chen frowned. Had the news spread so quickly?
On second thought, quite some time had passed since Dagan's National Destiny dissipated.
So perhaps it was not all that quick.
Seeing