Northern Yingzhou, Beichuan Family.
Deep within, inside an ancient wooden hut.
"Ling Chen, he really came!"
A youth dressed in black was filled with joy. Clearly, he had learned the news of Ling Chen's arrival in Yingzhou and was extraordinarily excited.
The young man in black was none other than Beichuan Ye.
"This Ling Chen is too arrogant."
By Beichuan Ye's side stood a beautiful woman with a cold expression. It was Qing Ji. She said coldly, "This is not the Nine Provinces Land. With such a huge commotion, isn't he pushing himself into a very dangerous position?"
Challenging the Fengjian Clan, successively defeating Fengjian Hongyi and Ito Zhai, and even slaying a clone of the Hundred Eyes Monster—each of these events was extremely shocking and could shake Yingzhou's foundation.
Ling Chen, being so ostentatious, was placing himself at the eye of the storm.
"This is the Ling Chen I know."
