"What's the matter?"
Lin Chen blinked and looked into the palace lord's clear eyes, "What do you mean what's the matter?"
The palace lord snorted coldly, "Blood Demon Palace, Qingming Divine Fruit, tell me, what are you scheming now?"
Lin Chen had an innocent look, "He insisted on going, and I can't just have a fight with him. My Dawn Camp has so few people, and he has so many in the Giant Bear Army. I can't beat him. Since I can't compete, then let him go."
The palace lord sneered, "If someone else said this, I might believe it, but you, I don't believe a single word. Be honest, what crooked idea are you harboring?"
Lin Chen laughed.
The palace lord really understood him.
"If I can't compete openly, I'll just compete in secret. The Blood Demon Palace has a Quasi-Saint in charge. It's obviously impossible to send a few people up to notify them and make them hand over the Qingming Divine Fruit with both hands, pee running down their legs."
