Zhang Chen stopped in his tracks, glanced at Wei Yingwu lying on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh softly before disappearing into a stream of water.
Such a character wasn't worth him taking action personally. If it weren't for the fact that Wei was a trusted aide of Zhang Xiaohua, Zhang Chen wouldn't have dealt with him so ruthlessly.
Such people might not accomplish anything, but if they mess things up, they certainly mess it up completely.
He only wished to quietly steal the Power of Incense and didn't want to get involved in any troubles.
Zhang Chen returned to the Daoist Temple. Xiaodouding was very clever, acknowledging Zhang Chen's successful return without asking about the progress, as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Chen lay on the bed to sleep. He was currently in the Qi Refining Stage and hadn't yet escaped the need for sleep, and even in his dreams, he was beaten black and blue.
That night
