YeTongtian chose to compromise because, at the moment, although he no longer feared Chen Feng, the Eastern King's Estate could not withstand further turmoil.
"Give me the soul-lantern."
Chen Feng said indifferently.
"Fine, just remember to return it after you're done."
As YeTongtian raised his hand, an ancient lamp emitting a faint blue light appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Here."
YeTongtian tossed the soul-lantern to Chen Feng through the air.
Chen Feng reached out to catch it, feeling the icy chill of the soul-lantern in his grasp, which gave off a sinister and eerie sensation.
"Chen Feng, you have the nerve to come and borrow the soul-lantern. It's ridiculous,"
Ye Zhen mocked.
Chen Feng glanced at Ye Zhen and said, "The person I want to resurrect was killed by your Ye Family. It's only right and proper that I come here for the soul-lantern."
"And if you manage to save that woman, will you let the princess go?"
Ye Zhen stared at Chen Feng.
