At the moment Han Fei was defeated, he clearly sensed that many perceptions had moved away from him. The Venerables must have retracted their gazes.
Han Fei secretly smiled. "That's great. This way, I can negotiate with Changshui Qin and find my own path. Then, I can slip away."
The old turtle said, "According to my knowledge of Gui Sanqing's soul, there aren't many battles between the White Shell Royal City and the Blood Sea Divine Wood City just like there aren't many battles between the Cloud Sea Divine Tree and the Blood Sea Divine Wood City. If you want to go out, you can only choose to go to the Cloud Sea Divine Wood."
The old turtle knew what Han Fei meant. Since the Thousand Mountain Ancient Realm when Han Fei consciously helped the Blood Demon, the old turtle had felt that there was something fishy, and Han Fei seemed to want to go to the Blood Sea Divine Wood City.
