In the eyes of some, Chen Zhixing's actions were simply synonymous with disgrace, becoming a dog raised by the Holy Land, a mad dog that even harmed his family.
However, on a certain day a month and a half after the regional array was dismantled, two sword lights crossed the sky like rainbows bridging the sea.
That day, two families from the Southern Domain noble family permanently disappeared following the Sikong family.
Thud...
Thud... thud...
Ziwei Mountain.
Back mountain.
Chen Zhixing looked at his ancestor Chen Tianyuan, who was staring at him with a fierce gaze while holding a stick, and couldn't help but smile wryly:
"Ancestor, I really didn't plan to run away. You've kept me locked up for over a month, that's enough, Qingqing at home must be missing me."
"Missing you?" Chen Tianyuan sneered, "Missing you? Missing you dashing into the Celestial Saint Palace, or missing you being with that old hag called Mo Qingyue?"
"I really didn't plan to run."
