"Brother Lin, where are we going?"
After leaving the Canglan ancient race, Zhao Zichen and Pei Lie rode a spiritual boat and headed north.
Due to the darkness, Pei Lie could not see the direction clearly.
"We're going back to the Lihuo ancient race, of course. Now that something like this has happened, Wei Chaotian of the Canglan ancient race will only wish that he can burn your bones and scatter your ashes. Only by returning to the Lihuo ancient race can we save your life," Zhao Zichen replied calmly.
Hearing this, Pei Lie nodded.
Now, the only thing he could count on was the Lihuo ancient race.
"By the way, Brother Lin, didn't you say that you were going to make a move against Wei Chaotian's concubine? Why didn't I notice any movements?"
Pei Lie suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhao Zichen as if he wanted to see something from the latter's face.
