Ye Chen felt a headache coming on. However, he did not have the energy to look for Wei Ying at the moment. Still, judging from the reaction of the bracelet, she should not be in danger.
While Ye Chen was deep in thought, an aged voice suddenly rang out. "Kid, how have you been faring in the Lingwu Continent? Are you used to it?"
Ye Chen's expression froze when he heard this familiar voice. When he turned around, he saw an old man holding a wine gourd standing not far from him.
The old man took a sip of wine, and his face was slightly red. He was staring at Ye Chen with a burning gaze, as if he was deeply interested.
At this moment, Ye Chen had too many doubts in his heart. From Xiangjiang City in Huaxia, to the Kunlun Mountains, and then to the Lingwu Continent, this old man had somehow always appeared when he least expected.
