"Forget it, I've already brought them to Puppet City, fulfilling the promise I made before. From here on, they can go their own way," Shen Luo thought to himself.
These people's goals in coming to Puppet City were different from his own from the start. Since their paths diverged, it was best to part ways.
"I don't know how Elder Brother Fu is doing now. Making him accompany me this time has truly caused him suffering," Shen Luo felt distressed, a hint of terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
If Fu Donglai was still alive, that would be one thing, but if he had unfortunately died at the hands of Ghost Yan, Shen Luo would not let it go.
With that in mind, Shen Luo slowly closed his eyes and began to extend his divine soul to sense the mana imprint he had left behind.
However, he soon opened his eyes again, a tinge of worry flashing within them.
