"Fuyang Old Ghost, what are you planning to do?"
"Whoosh..."
As his figure leaped forward, Chen Tang's face was ashen. He cast a fierce glance at the First Fuyang Ancestor. While shouting angrily, he waved his hand and immediately put away the Other Shore Castle, storing it in the Ten Thousand Meter Space.
This action, these words, all exuded a feeling of external bravado but internal insecurity, unconsciously dispelling the last trace of doubt in the First Fuyang Ancestor's heart.
"The ten-day deadline is approaching, where are you planning to go?"
The old fellow stood across the starry sky, a grim smile on his face, his voice dripping with sarcasm: "What? Are you abandoning the lives of those four companions of yours?"
"You won't kill them, because I have already retrieved one of the three bodies. Unless you're giving up, you won't lay a finger on my companions. You've heard of my temper, right? Even a rabbit will bite when provoked..."
