Chen Zhifan took out a jade slip and threw it over to Ye Chen.
"This jade slip contains some information about the Lingwu Continent, the Immortal Ascension Competition, and other martial planes. Take it. It will be useful to you."
Without waiting for Ye Chen's reply, he left quietly.
Ye Chen held the jade slip in his hand and a warm feeling rose in his heart. In a strange place, receiving help from someone from his hometown made him feel very close. Although Chen Zhifan was a man of few words and always had a cold expression, Ye Chen knew that the former cared about him. This was enough.
From now on, Chen Zhifan was Ye Chen's friend.
Ye Chen returned to his room. He did not immediately check the jade slip, but examined his body. He clenched his fists and felt the terrifying power within his body, and his face was filled with joy.
A drop of the blood essence of that ancient demonic beast had actually improved his physical body significantly.
