"Let's go."
Mu Chen pursed his lips, not saying much. Was he being difficult? Not at all. Anyone would be annoyed after getting beaten up by the same person for a solid month, especially when that person then acted as if nothing had happened.
Feng Chaoming, of course, knew what Mu Chen was thinking. He just laughed heartily, raised his right arm, and swiped his fist through the air. A huge spatial tunnel appeared before him. He had actually gone looking for Nameless fifteen days ago, but as luck would have it, Nameless wasn't in the mountain. Because of the delay, the spatial tunnel hadn't been completed, so now he had no choice but to personally escort Mu Chen back to the Eternal Holy Domain.
Looking up at the familiar pitch-black rift, Mu Chen stepped inside. After a few paces forward, he vanished completely into the darkness. Only then did Feng Chaoming follow. He had subtly positioned himself behind Mu Chen, a gesture Mu Chen hadn't noticed…
