Chen Xu strode out of Shengyu Square.
That night, he had killed someone who deserved it, discussed the Dao with the Fox Demon, and accumulated quite a bit of Fireworks Value. Not bad!
The mystical curtain of this world gradually peeled away layer by layer before him. In a few days, the experiences he gained were more abundant and interesting than those of the past ten years.
Now Chen Xu only hoped that there would be no more disturbances in the Lin Family matters. After all, he was not some madman intent on exterminating a whole family. Just because he had a feud with Lin Qi didn't mean he had to kill his entire family.
After leaving Shengyu Square, Chen Xu watched for a moment at the bustling market in the night.
Amidst the layers of lights and shadows of people, he could vaguely see the small Daoist Xuan Yi tugging at a donkey, stamping his feet in frustration.
